"What shall I do?
what shall I do?
Oh, don't let my poor mistress know!" They soon got from her that Dard had just come from the town, and learned the chateau was sold, and the proprietor coming to take possession this very day.

The poor girls were stupefied by the blow.
If anything, Josephine felt it worst.

"It is my doing," she gasped, and tottered fainting.

Rose supported her: she shook it off by a violent effort.

"This is no time for weakness," she cried, wildly; "come to the Pleasaunce; there is water there.