d her anxieties to Camille among the rest; and, by a
torturing interrogatory, compelled him to explain to her before
Josephine and them all, that ships do not always sail to a day, and
are sometimes delayed. But oh! he winced at the man's name; and Rose
observed that he never mentioned it, nor acknowledged the existence of
such a person as Josephine's husband, except when others compelled him.
Yet they were acquainted; and Rose sometimes wondered that he did not
detract or sneer.

"I should," said she; "I feel I should."

"He is too noble," said Josephine, "and too wise. For, if he did, I
should respect him less, and my husband more than I do--if possible."

Certainly Camille was not the sort of nature that detracts, but the
reason he avoided Raynal's name was simply that his whole internal
battle was to forget such a man existed. From this dream he was rudely
awakened every hour since he joined the family, and the wound his
self-deceiving heart would fain have skinned over, was torn open. But
worse than this was the torture of being tantalized. He was in company
with Josephine, but never alone. Even if she left the room for an
instant, Rose accompanied her and returned with her. Camille at last
began to comprehend that Josephine had decided there should be no
private interviews between her and him. Thus, not only the shadow of the
absent Raynal stood between them, but her mother and sister in person,
and worst of all, her own will. He called her a cold-blooded fiend in
his rage. Then the thought of all her tenderness and goodness came to
rebuke him. But even in rebuking it maddened him. "Yes, it is her very
nature to love; but since she can make her heart turn whichever way her
honor bids, she will love her husband; she does not now; but sooner or
later she will. Then she will have children--(he writhed with anguish
and fury at this thought)--loving ties between him and her. He has
everything on his side. I, nothing but memories she will efface from her
heart. Will efface? She must have effaced them, or she could not have
married him." I know no more pitiable state of mind than to love and
hate the same creature. But when the two feelings are both intense, and
meet in an ardent bosom, such a man would do well to spend a day or two
upon his knees, praying for grace divine. For he who with all his soul
loves and hates one woman is next door to a maniac, and is scarcely
safe an hour together from suicide or even from ho