"I know a mayor who will do the civil forms for me, and a priest who will marry me in the sight of Heaven, and both will keep it secret for love of me till it shall please Josephine to throw off this disguise." "Who is the priest ?" inquired Josephine, keenly.
"An old cure: he lives near Frejus: he was my tutor, and the mayor is the mayor of Frejus, also an old friend of mine." "But what on earth will you say to them ?" "That is my affair: I must give them some reasons which compel me to keep my marriage secret.

Oh! I shall have to tell them some fibs, of course." "There, I thought so! I will not have you telling fibs; it lowers you." "Of course it does; but you can't have secrecy without a fib or two." "Fibs that will injure no one," said Rose, majestically.
From this day Camille began to act as well as to talk.

He bought a light caleche and a powerful horse, and elected factotum Dard his groom.
Camille rode over to Frejus and told a made-up story to the old cure and the mayor, and these his old friends believed every word he said, and readily promised their services and strict secrecy.
He told the young ladies what he had done.
Rose approved.

Josephine shook her head, and seeing matters going as her heart desired and her conscience did not quite approve, she suddenly affected to be next to nobody in the business--to be resigned, passive, and disposed of to her surprise by Queen Rose and King Camille, without herself taking any actual part in their proceedings.
At last the great day arrived on which Camille and Josephine were to be married at Frejus.
The mayor awaited them at eleven o'clock.

The cure at twelve.