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you say you were going to Frejus； so I packed up a few changes of linen； and my MS。； my work on entomology； which at my last visit to the capital all the publishers were mad enough to refuse： here it is。 Apropos； has Jacintha put my bag into the carriage？〃
On this a fierce foot…search； and the bag was found。 Meantime； Josephine leaned back in her seat with a sigh of thankfulness。 She was more intent on not being found out than on being married。 But Camille； who was more intent on being married than on not being found out； was asking himself； with fury； how on earth they should get rid of Aubertin in time。
Well； of course； under such circumstances as these the diligence did not come to its time； nor till long after； and all the while； they were waiting for it they were failing their rendezvous with the mayor； and making their rendezvous with the curate impossible。 But； above all； there was the risk of one or other of those friends coming up and blurting all out； taking for granted that the doctor must be in their confidence； or why bring him。
At last； at half…past eleven o'clock； to their great relief； up came the diligence。 The doctor prepared to take his place in the interior； when the conductor politely informed him that the vehicle stopped there a quarter of an hour。
〃In that case I will not abandon my friends；〃 said the doctor； affectionately。
One of his friends gnashed his teeth at this mark of affection。 But Josephine smiled sweetly。
At last he was gone； but it wanted ten minutes only to twelve。
Josephine inquired amiably； whether it would not be as well to postpone matters to another daymeaning forever。 〃My ARDOR is chilled；〃 said she； and showed symptoms of crying at what she had gone through。
Camille replied by half dragging them to the mayor。 That worthy received them with profound； though somewhat demure respect； and invited them to a table sumptuously served。 The ladies； out of politeness； were about to assent； but Camille begged permission to postpone that part until after the ceremony。
At last； to their astonishment； they were married。 Then； with a promise to return and dine with the mayor； they went to the cure。 Lo and behold！ he was gone to visit a sick person。 〃He had waited a long time for them；〃 said the servant。
Josephine was much disconcerted； and showed a disposition to cry again。 The servant； a good…natured girl； nosed a wedding； and offered to run and bring his reverence in a minute。
Presently there came an old silvery…haired man； who addressed them all as his children。 He took them to the church； and blessed their union； and for the first time Josephine felt as if Heaven consented。 They took a gentle farewell of him； and went back to the mayor's to dine； and at this stage of the business Rose and Josephine at last effected a downright simultaneous cry； apropos of nothing that was then occurring。
This refreshed them mightily； and they glowed at the mayor's table like roses washed with dew。
But oh！ how glad at heart they all were to find themselves in the carriage once more going home to Beaurepaire。
Rose and Josephine sat intertwined on the back seat； Camille； the reins in his right hand； nearly turned his back on the horse； and leaned back over to them and purred to Rose and his wife with ineffable triumph and tenderness。
The lovers were in Elysium； and Rose was not a little proud of her good management in ending all their troubles。 Their mother received them back with great； and as they fancied； with singular； affection。 She was beginning to be anxious about them； she said。 Then her kindness gave these happy souls a pang it never gave them before。
Since the above events scarce a fortnight had elapsed； but such a change！ Camille sunburnt and healthy； and full of animation and confidence； Josephine beaming with suppressed happiness； and more beautiful than Rose could ever remember to have seen her。 For a soft halo of love and happiness shone around her head； a new and indefinable attraction bloomed on her face。 She was a wife。 Her eye； that used to glance furtively on Camille； now dwelt demurely on him； dwelt with a sort of gentle wonder and admiration as well as affection； and； when he came or passed very near her； a keen observer might have seen her thrill。
She kept a good deal out of her mother's way； for she felt within that her face must be too happy。 She feared to shock her mother's grief with her radiance。 She was ashamed of feeling unmixed heaven。 But the flood of secret bliss she floated in bore all misgivings away。 The pair were forever stealing away together for hours； and on these occasions Rose used to keep out of her mother's sight； until they should return。 So then the new…married couple could wander hand in hand through the thick woods of Beaurepaire； whose fresh green leaves were now just out； and hear the distant cuckoo； and sit on mossy banks； and pour love into one another's eyes； and plan ages of happiness； and murmur their deep passion and their bliss almost more than mortal； could do all this and more； without shocking propriety。 These sweet duets passed for trios： for on their return Rose would be out looking for them； or would go and meet them at some distance； and all three would go up together to the baroness； as from a joint excursion。 And when they went up to their bedrooms； Josephine would throw her arms round her sister's neck； and sigh； 〃It is not happiness； it is beatitude！〃
Meantime； the baroness mourned for Raynal。 Her grief showed no decrease。 Rose even fancied at times she wore a gloomy and discontented look as well； but on reflection she attributed that to her own fancy； or to the contrast that had now sprung up in her sister's beaming complacency。
Rose； when she found herself left day after day alone for hours； was sad and thought of Edouard。 And this feeling gained on her day by day。
At last； one afternoon； she locked herself in her own room； and； after a long contest with her pride； which； if not indomitable； was next door to it； she sat down to write him a little letter。 Now； in this letter； in the place devoted by men to their after…thoughts； by women to their pretended after…thoughts； i。 e。； to what they have been thinking of all through the letter； she dropped a careless hint that all the party missed him very much； 〃even the obnoxious colonel； who； by…the…by； has transferred his services elsewhere。 I have forgiven him that； because he has said civil things about you。〃
Rose was reading her letter over again； to make sure that all the principal expressions were indistinct； and that the composition generally； except the postscript； resembled a Delphic oracle； when there was a hasty footstep； and a tap at her door； and in came Jacintha； excited。
〃He is come； mademoiselle；〃 cried she； and nodded her head like a mandarin； only more knowingly； then she added； 〃So you may burn that。〃 For her quick eye had glanced at the table。
〃Who is come？〃 inquired Rose； eagerly。
〃Why； your one？〃
〃My one？〃 asked the young lady； reddening； 〃my what？〃
〃The little oneEdouardMonsieur Riviere。〃
〃Oh； Monsieur Riviere；〃 said Rose； acting nonchalance。 〃Why could you not say so？ yo