Let us part; you and I are not suited to each other, Edouard Riviere." He took this more humbly than she expected.

"Part!" said he, in consternation; "that is a terrible word to pass between you and me.
Forgive me! I suppose I am jealous." "You are; you are actually jealous of my sister.

Well, I tell you plainly I love you, but I love my sister better.

I never could love any man as I do her; it is ridiculous to expect such a thing." "And do you think I could bear to play second fiddle to her all my life ?" "I don't ask you.

Go and play first trumpet to some other lady." "You speak your wishes so plainly now, I have nothing to do but to obey." He kissed her hand and went away disconsolately.
Rose, instead of going to Josephine, her determination to do which had mainly caused the quarrel, sat sadly down, and leaned her head on her hand.