'Die ?' said I, 'not before Beaurepaire.' And, O Rose! now I could be content to die--at her feet; for I am happy.

Oh! I am happy beyond words to utter.
What I have gone through! But I kept my word, and this is Beaurepaire.
Hurrah!" and his pale cheek flushed, and his eye gleamed, and he waved his hat feebly over his head, "hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" "Oh, don't!--don't!--don't!" cried Rose wild with pity and dismay.
"How can I help ?--I am mad with joy--hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" "No! no! no! no! no!" "What is the matter ?" "And must I stab you worse than all your enemies have stabbed you ?" sighed Rose, and tears of womanly pity now streamed down her cheeks.
Camille's mind began to misgive him.

What was become of Josephine?
she did not appear.

He faltered out, "Your mother is well; all are well I hope.

Oh, where is she ?" and receiving no reply, began to tremble visibly with the fear of some terrible calamity.
Rose, with a sister fainting close by, and this poor lover trembling before her, lost all self-command, and began to wring her hands and cry wildly.