"And will approve our wish to support ourselves, as if we were alone in the world."
On these words of her sister, Rose started. A cloud of sadness, almost of alarm, passed over her charming countenance, as she exclaimed: "Oh, sister, what a horrible idea!"
"What is the matter? your look frightens me."
"At the moment I heard you say, that our father would approve our wish to support ourselves, as if we were alone in the world—a frightful thought struck me—I know not why—but feel how my heart beats—just as if some misfortune were about to happen us."
"It is true; your poor heart beats violently. But what was this thought?
You alarm me."
"When we were prisoners, they did not at least separate us, and, besides, the prison was a kind of shelter—"
"A sad one, though shared with you."
"But if, when arrived here, any accident had parted us from Dagobert—if we had been left alone, without help, in this great town?"
"Oh, sister! do not speak of that. It would indeed be terrible. What would become of us, kind heaven?"
This cruel thought made the girls remain for a moment speechless with emotion. Their sweet faces, which had just before glowed with a noble hope, grew pale and sad. After a pretty long silence, Rose uplifted her eyes, now filled with tears, "Why does this thought," she said, trembling, "affect us so deeply, sister? My heart sinks within me, as if it were really to happen to us."