Raynal at sight of her forgot all his caution. He waved his
cocked hat in the air. She fell on her knees and thanked God. He gasped
out,--
"Prisoner--exchanged for two Prussian lieutenants--sent home--they say
he is in France!"
The tears of joy gushed in streams from her.
Some days passed in hope and joy inexpressible; but the good doctor
was uneasy for Josephine. She was always listening with supernatural
keenness and starting from her chair, and every fibre of her lovely
person seemed to be on the quiver.
Nor was Rose without a serious misgiving. Would husband and wife ever
meet? He evidently looked on her as Madame Raynal, and made it a point
of honor to keep away from Beaurepaire.
They had recourse to that ever-soothing influence--her child. Madame
Jouvenel was settled in the village, and Josephine visited her every
day, and came back often with red eyes, but always soothed.
One day Rose and she went to Madame Jouvenel, and, entering the house
without ceremony, found the nurse out, and no one watching the child.
"How careless!" said Rose.
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