She was walking with an officer, a handsome, commanding, haughty, brilliant officer.

She was walking by his side, talking earnestly to him.
An arrow of ice shot through young Riviere; and then came a feeling of death at his heart, a new symptom in his young life.
The next moment Rose caught sight of him.

She flushed all over and uttered a little exclamation, and she bounded towards him like a little antelope, and put out both her hands at once.

He could only give her one.
"Ah!" she cried with an accent of heavenly pity, and took his hand with both hers.
This was like the meridian sun coming suddenly on a cold place.

He was all happiness.
When Josephine heard he was come her eye flashed, and she said quickly, "I will come down to welcome him--dear Edouard!" The sisters looked at one another.