Never would she forgive it, however well that envied and detested sister might act towards her.

Therein lay an incurable wound, the life of one poisoned by that of the other, the hatred of old blood for young blood, which could only be quieted by death.

And even if peace, as was possible, should soon be restored between them in presence of the younger sister's evident triumph, the other would always harbour deep within her heart an endless grief at being the elder yet the vassal.
"However, you may rely on me," Pierre affectionately resumed.

"This quarrel between the two countries is certainly a great source of grief and a great peril.

And assuredly I will only say what I think to be the truth about you.