Death would save her honor, would spare her the frightful alternative of deceiving her husband, or of telling him she was another's.

"Poor Raynal," said she to herself, "it is so cruel to tie him to a woman who can never be to him what he deserves.

Rose would then prove her innocence to Edouard.

A few tears for a weak, loving soul, and they would all be happy and forget her." One day the baroness, finding herself alone with Rose and Dr.Aubertin, asked the latter what he thought of Josephine's state.
"Oh, she was better: had slept last night without her usual narcotic." The baroness laid down her knitting and said, with much meaning, "And I tell you, you will never cure her body till you can cure her mind.

My poor child has some secret sorrow." "Sorrow!" said Aubertin, stoutly concealing the uneasiness these words created, "what sorrow ?" "Oh, she has some deep sorrow.