"I am as happy to-day as I can ever hope to be.

Now let us go through the farce of dressing--it is near dinner-time--and then the farce of talking, and, hardest of all, the farce of living." From that hour Camille began to get better very slowly, yet perceptibly.
The doctor, afraid of being mistaken, said nothing for some days, but at last he announced the good news at the dinner-table.

"He is to come down-stairs in three days," added the doctor.
But I am sorry to say that as Camille's body strengthened some of the worst passions in our nature attacked him.

Fierce gusts of hate and love combined overpowered this man's high sentiments of honor and justice, and made him clench his teeth, and vow never to leave Beaurepaire without Josephine.

She had been his four years before she ever saw this interloper, and she should be his forever.