Her eye, that used to glance furtively on Camille, now dwelt demurely on him; dwelt with a sort of gentle wonder and admiration as well as affection, and, when he came or passed very near her, a keen observer might have seen her thrill.
She kept a good deal out of her mother's way; for she felt within that her face must be too happy.

She feared to shock her mother's grief with her radiance.

She was ashamed of feeling unmixed heaven.

But the flood of secret bliss she floated in bore all misgivings away.

The pair were forever stealing away together for hours, and on these occasions Rose used to keep out of her mother's sight, until they should return.