Their benefactor shall be still their superior.

They shall see me cold as ice, and bitter as gall." But to follow him farther just now, would be to run too far in advance of the main story.

I must, therefore, return to Beaurepaire, and show, amongst other things, how this very letter came to be written.
When Josephine and Rose awoke from that startled slumber that followed the exhaustion of that troubled night, Rose was the more wretched of the two.

She had not only dishonored herself, but stabbed the man she loved.
Josephine, on the other hand, was exhausted, but calm.

The fearful escape she had had softened down by contrast her more distant terrors.
She began to shut her eyes again, and let herself drift.