American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
“‘It you are fit for my house, Madam, you are fit for God’s, and entitled
to the place of honor in both. Bring the statue forward, you dawdlers!’ he
called out to the men.
“The Duchess fell back submissively. ‘You are right, sir, as always; but I
would at least have the image stand on the left of the altar, that, looking
up, it may behold your excellency’s seat in the tribune.’
“‘A pretty thought, Madam, for which I thank you; but I design before long
to put my companion image on the other side of the altar; and the wife’s
place, as you know, is at her husband’s right hand.’
“‘True, my lord--but, again, if my poor presentment is to have the
unmerited honor of kneeling beside yours, why not place both before the
altar, where it is our habit to pray in life?’
“‘And where, Madam, should we kneel if they took our places? Besides,’ says
the Duke, still speaking very blandly, ‘I have a more particular purpose
in placing your image over the entrance to the crypt; for not only would I
thereby mark your special devotion to the blessed saint who rests there,
but, by sealing up the opening in the pavement, would assure the perpetual
preservation of that holy martyr’s bones, which hitherto have been too
thoughtlessly exposed to sacrilegious attempts.’
“‘What attempts, my lord?’ cries the Duchess. ‘No one enters this chapel
without my leave.’
“‘So I have understood, and can well believe from what I have learned of
your piety; yet at night a malefactor might break in through a window,
Madam, and your excellency not know it.’
“‘I’m a light sleeper,’ said the Duchess.
“The Duke looked at her gravely. ‘Indeed?’ said he. ‘A bad sign at your
age. I must see that you are provided with a sleeping-draught.’
“The Duchess’s eyes filled. ‘You would deprive me, then, of the consolation
of visiting those venerable relics?’
“‘I would have you keep eternal guard over them, knowing no one to whose
care they may more fittingly be entrusted.’
“By this the image was brought close to the wooden slab that covered the
entrance to the crypt, when the Duchess, springing forward, placed herself
in the way.
“‘Sir, let the statue be put in place to-morrow, and suffer me, to-night,
to say a last prayer beside those holy bones.’
“The Duke stepped instantly to her side. ‘Well thought, Madam; I will go
down with you now, and we will pray together.’
“‘Sir, your long absences have, alas! given me the habit of solitary
devotion, and I confess that any presence is distracting.’
“‘Madam, I accept your rebuke. Hitherto, it is true, the duties of my
station have constrained me to long absences; but henceforward I remain
with you while you live. Shall we go down into the crypt together?”
“‘No; for I fear for your excellency’s ague. The air there is excessively
damp.’
“‘The more reason you should no longer be exposed to it; and to prevent the
intemperance of your zeal I will at once make the place inaccessible.’
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