O my darling, dry your tears! Here he comes: look! riding across the park." "Rose," cried Josephine, hastily, "I leave all to you.

Receive Monsieur Raynal, and decline his offer if you think proper.

It is you who love me best.

My mother would give me up for a house; for an estate, poor dear." "I would not give you for all the world." "I know it.

I trust all to you." "Well, but don't go; stay and hear what I shall say." "Oh, no; that poor man is intolerable to me NOW.