Mother, do not deceive yourself: it is duty alone that keeps her silent: this match is odious to her." "Then we are ruined.

Josephine, is this match odious to you ?" "Not exactly odious: but I am very, very indifferent." "There!" cried Rose triumphantly.
"There!" cried the baroness in the same breath, triumphantly.

"She esteems his character; but his person is indifferent to her: in other words, she is a modest girl, and my daughter; and let me tell you, Rose, that but for the misfortunes of our house, both my daughters would be married as I was, without knowing half as much of their husbands as Josephine knows of this brave, honest, generous, filial gentleman." "Well, then, since she will not speak out, I will.

Pity me: I love her so.

If this stranger, whom she does not love, takes her away from us, he will kill me.