I can keep--a secret too," she said, setting her lips feebly with pride.

"But I--never--had--so much--attention--before; have I--Rosalie ?" Rosalie did not need to answer, for the woman was gone.

The crowning interest of her life had come all at the last moment, as it were, and she had gone away almost gladly and with a kind of pride.
Rosalie also had a hidden pride: the secret was now her very own--hers and M'sieu's..