I said, no; Josephine shall put them on for me.

I will take honor as well as happiness from her dear hand.

But you are her sister, and what are epaulets compared with what she will give me?
You shall put them on, dear.

Come, then you will be sure I bear no malice." Rose, faint at heart, consented in silence, and fastened on the epaulets.

"Yes, Camille!" she cried, with sudden terror, "think of glory, now; nothing but glory." "No one thinks of it more.