And the blow has been hardest on you!" "And Josephine," added Philip.
John Adare had thrown back his shoulders, and with a deep feeling of relief Philip saw the old light in his eyes.
"We must cheer them up," he added quickly.

"I will ask Josephine if they will join us at breakfast, Mon Pere." He closed the door behind him when he left the room, and he went at once to rouse Josephine if she was still in bed.

He was agreeably surprised to find that both Miriam and Josephine were up and dressing.
With this news he returned to Adare.
Three quarters of an hour later they met in the breakfast-room.

It took only a glance to tell him that Josephine was making a last heroic fight.

She had dressed her hair in shining coils low over her neck and cheeks this morning in an effort to hide her pallor.