By means of energetic pushing and striving, Elsie contrived to secure for herself and her grandchild stations in the piazza in front of the church, in the very front rank, where the procession was to pass. A motley assemblage it was, this crowd, comprising every variety of costume of rank and station and ecclesiastical profession,--cowls and hoods of Franciscan and Dominican,--picturesque headdresses of peasant-women of different districts,--plumes and ruffs of more aspiring gentility,--mixed with every quaint phase of foreign costume belonging to the strangers from different parts of the earth;--for, like the old Jewish Passover, this celebration of Holy Week had its assemblage of Parthians, Medes, Elamites, dwellers in Mesopotamia, Cretes, and Arabians, all blending in one common memorial. Amid the strange variety of persons among whom they were crowded, Elsie remarked the stranger in the white sack, who had followed them, and who had stationed himself behind them,--but it did not occur to her that his presence there was other than merely accidental. And now came sweeping up the grand procession, brilliant with scarlet and gold, waving with plumes, sparkling with gems,--it seemed as if earth had been ransacked and human invention taxed to express the ultimatum of all that could dazzle and bewilder,--and, with a rustle like that of ripe grain before a swaying wind, all the multitude went down on their knees as the cortege passed. Agnes knelt, too, with clasped hands, adoring the sacred vision enshrined in her soul; and as she knelt with upraised eyes, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm, her beauty attracted the attention of more than one in the procession. "There is the model which our master has been looking for," said a young and handsome man in a rich dress of black velvet, who, by his costume, appeared to hold the rank of first chamberlain in the Papal suite. The young man to whom he spoke gave a bold glance at Agnes and answered,-- "Pretty little rogue, how well she does the saint!" "One can see, that, with judicious arrangement, she might make a nymph as well as a saint," said the first speaker. "A Daphne, for example," said the other, laughing. "And she wouldn't turn into a laurel, either," said the first. "Well, we must keep our eye on her." And as they were passing into the church-door, he beckoned to a servant in waiting and whispered something, indicating Agnes with a backward movement of his hand. The servant, after this, kept cautiously within observing distance of her, as she with the crowd pressed into the church to assist at the devotions.