"Where was Father Amette going to be to-day ?" Then, under the arched vaultings of that temple, would she unite her voice with the devout chorus imploring supernatural intervention.

"Lord, save France!" Patriotic religiosity was putting Sainte Genevieve at the head of the favored ones, so from all these fiestas, Dona Luisa, tremulous with faith, would return in expectation of a miracle similar to that which the patron saint of Paris had worked before the invading hordes of Attila.
Dona Elena was also visiting the churches, but those nearest the house.
Her brother-in-law saw her one afternoon entering Saint-Honoree d'Eylau.
The building was filled with the faithful, and on the altar was a sheaf of flags--France and the allied nations.

The imploring crowd was not composed entirely of women.

Desnoyers saw men of his age, pompous and grave, moving their lips and fixing steadfast eyes on the altar on which were reflected like lost stars, the flames of the candles.

And again he felt envy.