So now come what will: show me my duty and I will do it.

This endless deceit burns my heart.
Shall I tell my husband?
It will be but one pang more, one blush more for me.

But my mother!" and, thus appealed to, Dr.Aubertin felt, for the first time, all the difficulty of the situation he had undertaken to cure.

He hesitated, he was embarrassed.
"Ah," said Josephine, "you see." Then, after a short silence, she said despairingly, "This is my only hope: that poor Raynal will be long absent, and that ere he returns mamma will lie safe from sorrow and shame in the little chapel.

Doctor, when a woman of my age forms such wishes as these, I think you might pity her, and forgive her ill-treatment of you, for she cannot be very happy.