She could not persist in injustice, yet she did not want Josephine to hear.
"Then say no more about it; there's my hand.

You are not a soldier, and did not know what you were talking about." "I am very sorry I spoke so harshly to you.

But you understand.

How you look; how you pant." "There, I will show you I forgive you.

These epaulets, dear, I have never put them on.