After a silence she held her tighter, and cried a little.
"What is it ?" asked the baroness confidentially of Rose, but without showing any very profound concern.
"Mamma! mamma! she does not love him." "Love him?
She would be no daughter of mine if she loved a man at sight.
A modest woman loves her husband only." "But she scarcely knows Monsieur Raynal." "She knows more of him than I knew of your father when I married him.
She knows his virtues and appreciates them.

I have heard her, have I not, love?
Esteem soon ripens into love when they are once fairly married." "Mother, does her silence then tell you nothing?
Her tears--are they nothing to you ?" "Silly child! These are tears that do not scald.

The sweet soul weeps because she now for the first time sees she will have to leave her mother.

Alas! my eldest, it is inevitable.

Mothers are not immortal.
While they are here it is their duty to choose good husbands for their daughters.