upon Lisette was a
source of jealousy to Caliste. She could not forget that as the elder
she ought to have been in her sister's stead; she could not either forget
that Victorine too had refused that crown which Lisette would soon
obtain, and which she herself so ardently desired, and as the service was
chaunted in a tongue she knew but imperfectly, she attended not to the
words, her whole thoughts being engrossed in comparing Lisette to
Victorine. Like Dorsain she was led to acknowledge the superiority of
the one sister's principles over the other. The one had refused to
strive with her lest she should make her miserable, the other had striven
and made her miserable.

Bitterly did Caliste rue this strife; but, through the blessing of God
upon the words of Victorine, this poor girl for the first time loathed
herself, and her own vile nature which made her envious of a sister's
prosperity. Caliste was alarmed at this insight she had obtained of her
own heart, and she was troubled so much within herself, that she rose
suddenly clasping her hands; and, had not those near her restrained her,
she would have fled from the church to seek her sister--that sister who
had told her with tears of the depravity of the human heart. "Oh,
Victorine!" she inwardly exclaimed, "what would I give to be like you; to
possess feelings like yours, which are at peace with God and man; for me,
wretch that I am, I am jealous of my own sister; and I tremble before a
God who knows my inmost thoughts."

Impatiently did she wait the concluding service, her countenance changing
every instant with the workings of her mind, whilst D'Elsac, as he
watched her, became in a short time almost as excited as herself.

But the service was concluded, and again the Seigneur took the hand of
the Rosiere to lead her from the church, and this time the priests headed
the procession. Whilst moving Caliste seemed more easy, she felt the
affair would soon be concluded; but though she could not urge on the
party, yet still in hopes of soon being at liberty to converse with her
beloved Victorine, she was certainly more composed. They had now reached
the chapel of St. Medard where the Rosiere was to be crowned, and
gradually did the procession enter the ready open doors. The Seigneur
led Lisette to the high altar, where Monsieur le Prieur was ready to
receive her. Here she was bid to kneel before the priest, and, for the
first time that day did the cheek of Liset