am, dear mother," said Rose: then with a sweet, consoling
smile, "See, here is your terrace and your chateau."

"And here are your daughters," said Josephine; and they both came
and kissed her to put their existence out of doubt. "And here is your
Aesculapius," said Aubertin. "And here is your Jacintha."

"Breakfast, madame," said Jacintha. "Breakfast, mesdemoiselles.
Breakfast, monsieur:" dropping each a distinct courtesy in turn.

"She has turned the conversation very agreeably," said the baroness, and
went in leaning on her old friend.

But the sisters lagged behind and took several turns in silence. Rose
was the first to speak. "How superstitious of you!"

"I said nothing."

"No; but you looked volumes at me while mamma was telling her dream. For
my part I feel sure love is stronger than hate; and we shall stay all
our days in this sweet place: and O Josey! am I not a happy girl that
it's all owing to HIM!"

At this moment Jacintha came running towards them. They took it for a
summons to breakfast, and moved to meet her. But they soon saw she was
almost as white as her apron, and she came open-mouthed and wringing her
hands. "What shall I do? what shall I do? Oh, don't let my poor mistress
know!"

They soon got from her that Dard had just come from the town, and
learned the chateau was sold, and the proprietor coming to take
possession this very day. The poor girls were stupefied by the blow.

If anything, Josephine felt it worst. "It is my doing," she gasped, and
tottered fainting. Rose supported her: she shook it off by a violent
effort. "This is no time for weakness," she cried, wildly; "come to the
Pleasaunce; there is water there. I love my mother. What will I not do
for her? I love my mother."

Muttering thus wildly she made for the pond in the Pleasaunce. She had
no sooner turned the angle of the chateau than she started back with
a convulsive cry, and her momentary feebleness left her directly; she
crouched against the wall and griped the ancient corner-stone with her
tender hand till it powdered, and she spied with dilating eye into the
Pleasaunce, Rose and Jacintha panting behind her. Two men stood with
their backs turned to her looking at the oak-tree; one an officer in
full uniform, the other the human snake Perrin. Though the soldier's
back was turned, his off-handed, peremptory manner told her he was
inspecting the place as its master.

"The baroness! the baroness!" cried Jacintha, with ho