’My dear brother, my dear sister, you are joined together in Jesus.  The institution of marriage symbolises the sacred union between Jesus and His Church.  It is a bond which nothing can break; which God wills shall be eternal, so that man may not sever those whom Heaven has joined.  In making you flesh of each other’s flesh, and bone of each other’s bone, God teaches you that it is your duty to walk side by side through life, a faithful couple, along the paths which He, in His omnipotence, appoints for you.  And you must love each other with God-like love.  The slightest ill-feeling between you will be disobedience to the Creator, Who has joined you together as a single body.  Remain, then, for ever united, after the likeness of the Church, which Jesus has espoused, in giving to us all His body and blood.’

Big Fortune and Rosalie sat listening, with their noses peaked up inquisitively.

‘What does he say?’ asked Lisa, who was a little deaf.

‘Oh! he says what they all say,’ answered La Rousse.  ’He has a glib tongue, like all the priests have.’

Abbe Mouret went on with his address, his eyes wandering over the heads of the newly wedded couple towards a shadowy corner of the church.  And by degrees his voice became more flexible, and he put emotion into the words he spoke, words which he had formerly learned by heart from a manual intended for the use of young priests.  He had turned slightly towards Rosalie, and whenever his memory failed him, he added sentences of his own: 

’My dear sister, submit yourself to your husband, as the Church submits itself to Jesus.  Remember that you must leave everything to follow him, like a faithful handmaiden.  You must give up father and mother, you must cleave only to your husband, and you must obey him that you may obey God also.  And your yoke will be a yoke of love and peace.  Be his comfort, his happiness, the perfume of his days of strength, the support of his days of weakness.  Let him find you, as a grace, ever by his side.  Let him have but to reach out his hand to find yours grasping it.  It is thus that you will step along together, never losing your way, and that you will meet with happiness in the carrying out of the divine laws.  Oh! my dear sister, my dear daughter, your humility will hear sweet fruit; it will give birth to all the domestic virtues, to the joys of the hearth, and the prosperity that attends a God-fearing family.  Have for your husband the love of Rachel, the wisdom of Rebecca, the constant fidelity of Sarah.  Tell yourself that a pure life is the source of all happiness.  Pray to God each morning that He may give you strength to live as a woman who respects her responsibilities and duties; for the punishment you would otherwise incur is terrible:  you would lose your love.  Oh! to live loveless, to tear flesh from flesh, to belong no more to the one who is half of your very self, to live on in pain and agony, bereft of the one you have loved!  In vain would you stretch out your arms to him; he would turn away from you.  You would yearn for happiness, but you would find in your heart nothing but shame and bitterness.  Hear me, my daughter, it is in your own conduct, in your obedience, in your purity, in your love, that God has established the strength of your union.’