She found Josephine white as death, apparently fainting, and clutching at the tree convulsively with her nails.

Such was the intensity of the situation that she left her beloved sister in that piteous state, and even hoped she would faint dead away, and so hear no more.

She came back white, and told Camille it was only a bird got into the tree.

"And to think you should be wounded," said she, to divert his attention from the tree.
"Yes," said he, "and it is rather inflamed, and has worried me all the way.

You need not go telling Josephine, though.