Josephine cast a deprecating glance at her mother.

"Yes, my angel!" said the latter, "I was harsh.

But we are no longer of one mind, and I suppose never shall be again." "Oh, yes, we shall.

Be patient! Mother--you shall not leave Beaurepaire." The baroness colored faintly at these four last words of her daughter, and hung her head.
Josephine saw that, and darted to her and covered her with kisses.
That day the doctor scolded them both.

"You have put your mother into a high fever," said he; "here's a pulse; I do wish you would be more considerate." The commandant did not come to dinner as usual.