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the rosary dropped from her hand.
    â€˜There was a loud noise at the other end of the saloon, as of a heavy object being dragged down the passage; and presently a dozen men were seen hauling across the threshold the shrouded thing from the οχ-cart. The Duke waved his hand toward it. “That,” said he, “Madam, is a tribute to your extraordinary piety. I have heard, with peculiar satisfaction of your devotion to the blessed relics in this chapel, and to commemorate a zeal which neither the rigours of winter nor the sultriness of summer could abate, I have ordered a sculptured image of you, marvellously executed by the Cavaliere Bernini, to be placed before the altar over the entrance to the crypt.”
    â€˜The Duchess, who had grown pale, nevertheless smiled playfully at this. “As to commemorating my piety,” she said, “I recognize there one of your Excellency’s pleasantries—”
    â€˜â€œA pleasantry?” the Duke interrupted; and he made a sign to the men, who had now reached the threshold of the chapel. In an instant the wrappings fell from the figure, and there knelt the Duchess to the life. A cry of wonder rose from all, but the Duchess herself stood whiter than the marble.
    â€˜â€œYou will see,” says the Duke, “this is no pleasantry, but a triumph of the incomparable Bernini’s chisel. The likeness was done from your miniature portrait by the divine Elisabetta Sirani, which I sent to the master some six months ago, with what results all must admire.”
    â€˜â€œSix months!” cried the Duchess, and seemed about to fall; but his Excellency caught her by the hand.
    â€˜â€œNothing,” he said, “could better please me than the excessive emotion you display, for true piety is ever modest, and your thanks could not take a form that better became you. And now,” says he to the men, “let the image be put in place.”
    â€˜By this time, life seemed to have returned to the Duchess, and she answered him with a deep reverence. “That I should be overcome by so unexpected a grace, your Excellency admits to be natural; but what honours you accord it is my privilege to accept, and I entreat only that in mercy to my modesty the image be placed in the remotest part of the chapel.”
    â€˜At that the Duke darkened. “What! You would have this masterpiece of a renowned chisel, which, I disguise not, cost me the price of a good vineyard in gold pieces, you would have it thrust out of sight like the work of a village stonecutter?”
    â€˜â€œIt is my semblance, not the sculptor’s work, I desire to conceal.”
    â€˜â€œIf you are fit for my house, Madam, you are fit for God’s, and entitled to the place of honour in both. Bring the statue forward, you dawdlers!” he called out to the men.
    â€˜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.”
    â€˜â€œA 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.”
    â€˜â€œTrue, my Lord – but, again, if my poor presentment is to have the unmerited honour of kneeling beside yours, why not place both before the altar, where it is our habit to pray in life?”
    â€˜â€œAnd 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