So Josephine had not only gulled her husband, but him, too; she had refused him the sad consolation of knowing he had a child.

Cruelty, calculation, and baseness unexampled! Here was a creature who could sacrifice anything and anybody to her comfort, to the peace and sordid smoothness of her domestic life.

She stood between two men--a thing.
Between two truths--a double lie.
His heart, in one moment, turned against her like a stone.

A musket-bullet through the body does not turn life to death quicker than Raynal turned his rival's love to despair and scorn: that love which neither wounds, absence, prison, nor even her want of constancy had prevailed to shake.
"Out of my bosom!" he cried--"out of it, in this world and the next!" He forgot, in his lofty rage, who stood beside him.
"What ?--what ?" cried Raynal.
"No matter," said Camille; "only I esteem YOU, Raynal.

You are truth; you are a man, and deserve a better lot." "Don't say that," replied Raynal, quite misunderstanding him.