My youngest, I believe, has chosen for herself--like the nation.

But for my eldest I choose.

We shall see which chooses the best.
Meantime we stay at Beaurepaire, thanks to my treasure here." "Josephine! Josephine! you don't say one word," cried Rose in dismay.
"What CAN I say?
I love my mother and I love you.

You draw me different ways.

I want you to be both happy." "Then if you will not speak out I must.