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r traitors； like that Captain Dujardin； whose neck may the devil twist。〃
Ere they could drink to this energetic toast； a low wail at the door； like a dying hare's； arrested the glasses on their road； and the rough soldiers stood transfixed； and looked at one another in some dismay。 Rose flew to the door with a face full of concern。
Josephine was gone。
Then Rose had the tact and resolution to say a few kind； encouraging words to the soldiers； and bid Jacintha be hospitable to them。 This done she darted up…stairs after Josephine； she reached the main corridor just in time to see her creep along it with the air and carriage of a woman of fifty； and enter her own room。
Rose followed softly with wet eyes； and turned the handle gently。 But the door was locked。
〃Josephine！ Josephine！〃
No answer。
〃I want to speak to you。 I am frightened。 Oh； do not be alone。〃
A choking voice answered； 〃Give me a little while to draw my breath。〃 Rose sank down at the door； and sat close to it； with her head against it； sobbing bitterly。 She was hurt at not being let in； such a friend as she had proved herself。 But this personal feeling was only a fraction of her grief and anxiety。
A good half hour elapsed ere Josephine； pale and stern as no one had ever seen her till that hour； suddenly opened the door。 She started at sight of Rose couched sorrowful on the threshold； her stern look relaxed into tender love and pity； she sank； blushing； on her knees； and took her sister's head quickly to her bosom。 〃Oh； my little love； have you been here all this time？〃〃Oh！ oh！ oh！〃 was all the little love could reply。 Then the deserted one； still kneeling； took Rose in her lap； and caressed and comforted her； and poured words of gratitude and affection over her like a warm shower。
They rose hand in hand。
Then Rose suddenly seized Josephine； and looked long and anxiously down into her eyes。 They flashed fire under the scrutiny。 〃Yes； it is all over； I could not despise and love。 I am dead to him； as he is dead to France。〃
This was joyful news to Rose。 〃I hoped it would be so；〃 said she； 〃but you frightened me。 My noble sister； were I ever to lose your esteem； I should die。 Oh； how awful yet how beautiful is your scorn。 For worlds I would not be that Cam〃 Josephine laid her hand imperiously on Rose's mouth。 〃To mention his name to me will be to insult me； De Beaurepaire I am； and a Frenchwoman。 Come； dear； let us go down and comfort our mother。〃
They went down； and this patient sufferer； and high minded conqueror； of her own accord took up a commonplace book； and read aloud for two mortal hours to her mother and Aubertin。 Her voice only wavered twice。
To feel that life is ended； to wish existence； too； had ceased； and so to sit down； an aching hollow； and take a part and sham an interest in twaddle to please others； such are woman's feats。 How like nothing at all they look！
A man would rather sit on the buffer of a steam…engine and ride at the Great Redan。
Rose sat at her elbow； a little behind her； and turned the leaves； and on one pretence or other held Josephine's hand nearly all the rest of the day。 Its delicate fibres remained tense； like a greyhound's sinews after a race； and the blue veins rose to sight in it； though her voice and eyes were mastered。
So keen was the strife； so matched the antagonists； so hard the victory。
For ire and scorn are mighty。 And noble blood in a noble heart is heroic。 And Love is a giant。
CHAPTER II。
The French provinces were now organized upon a half military plan； by which all the local authorities radiated towards a centre of government。 By…the…by； this feature has survived subsequent revolutions and political changes。
In days of change； youth is at a premium； because； though experience is valuable； the experience of one order of things unfits ordinary men for another order of things。 So a good many old fogies in office were shown the door； and a good deal of youth and energy infused into the veins of provincial government。 For instance； Edouard Riviere； who had but just completed his education with singular eclat at a military school； was one fine day ordered into Brittany to fill a responsible post under Commandant Raynal； a blunt； rough soldier； that had risen from the ranks； and bore a much higher character for zeal and moral integrity than for affability。
This officer was the son of a widow that kept a grocer's shop in Paris。 She intended him for spice； but he thirsted for glory； and vexed her。 So she yielded； as mothers will。
In the armies of the republic a good soldier rose with unparalleled certainty； and rapidity； too； for when soldiers are being mowed down like oats； it is a glorious time for such of them as keep their feet。 Raynal mounted fast； and used to write to his mother； and joke her about the army being such a bad profession； and； as he was all for glory； not money； he lived with Spartan frugality； and saved half his pay and all his prize money for the old lady in Paris。
But this prosperous man had to endure a deep disappointment； on the very day he was made commandant and one of the general's aides…de… camp； came a letter into the camp。 His mother was dead after a short illness。 This was a terrible blow to the simple； rugged soldier； who had never had much time nor inclination to flirt with a lot of girls； and toughen his heart。 He came back to Paris honored and rich； but downcast。 The old home； empty of his mother； seemed to him not to have the old look。 It made him sadder。 To cheer him up they brought him much money。 The widow's trade had taken a wonderful start the last few years； and she had been playing the same game as he had； living on ten…pence a day； and saving all for him。 This made him sadder； if anything。
〃What；〃 said he； 〃have we both been scraping all this dross together for？ I would give it all to sit one hour by the fire； with her hand in mine； and hear her say； 'Scamp； you made me unhappy when you were young； but I have lived to be proud of you。'〃
He applied for active service； no matter what： obtained at once this post in Brittany； and threw himself into it with that honest zeal and activity； which are the best earthly medicine for all our griefs。 He was busy writing； when young Riviere first presented himself。 He looked up for a moment； and eyed him； to take his measure； then put into his hand a report by young Nicole； a subordinate filling a post of the same nature as Riviere's； and bade him analyze that report on the spot： with this he instantly resumed his own work。
Edouard Riviere was an adept at this sort of task； and soon handed him a neat analysis。 Raynal ran his eye over it； nodded cold approval； and told him to take this for the present as a guide as to his own duties。 He then pointed to a map on which Riviere's district was marked in blue ink； and bade him find the centre of it。 Edouard took a pair of compasses off the table； and soon discovered that the village of Beaurepaire was his centre。 〃Then quarter yourself at Beaurepaire； and good…day；〃 said Raynal。
The chateau was in sight from Riviere's quarters； and he soon learned that it belonged to a royalist wi