“Are you a wife?”
“Yes.”
He winced and quivered as if a bullet had pierced him.
“This is how I came to be suspected; she I loved was false.”
“Yes, Camille.”
“No, no!” cried Rose; “don’t believe HER: she never suspected you. We have brought her to this, we alone.”
“Be silent, Rose! oh, be silent!” gasped Josephine.
“I lived for you: I would have died for you; you could not even wait for me.”
A low moan, but not a word of excuse.
“What can I do for you now?”