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been too thoughtlessly exposed to sacrilegious attempts.”
    â€˜â€œWhat attempts, my Lord?” cries the Duchess. “No one enters this chapel without my leave.”
    â€˜â€œSo 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.”
    â€˜â€œI’m a light sleeper,” said the Duchess.
    â€˜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.”
    â€˜The Duchess’s eyes filled. “You would deprive me, then, of the consolation of visiting those venerable relics?”
    â€˜â€œI would have you keep eternal guard over them, knowing no one to whose care they may more fittingly be entrusted.”
    â€˜At 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.
    â€˜â€œSir, let the statue be put in place tomorrow, and suffer me, tonight, to say a last prayer beside those holy bones.”
    â€˜The Duke stepped instantly to her side. “Well thought, Madam; I will go down with you now, and we will pray together.”
    â€˜â€œSir, your long absences have, alas! given me the habit of solitary devotion, and I confess that any presence is distracting.”
    â€˜â€œMadam, 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?”
    â€˜â€œNo; for I fear for your Excellency’s ague. The air there is excessively damp.”
    â€˜â€œThe 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.”
    â€˜The Duchess at this fell on her knees on the slab, weeping excessively and lifting her hands to Heaven.
    â€œOh” she cried, “you are cruel, sir, to deprive me of access to the sacred relics that have enabled me to support with resignation the solitude to which your Excellency’s duties have condemned me; and if prayer and meditation give me any authority to pronounce on such matters, suffer me to warn you, sir, that I fear the blessed Saint Blandina will punish us for thus abandoning her venerable remains!”
    â€˜The Duke at this seemed to pause, for he was a pious man, and my grandmother thought she saw him exchange a glance with the chaplain; who, stepping timidly forward, with his eyes on the ground, said; “There is indeed much wisdom in her Excellency’s words, but I would suggest, sir, that her pious wish might be met, and the saint more conspicuously honoured, by transferring the relics from the crypt to a place beneath the altar.”
    â€˜â€œTrue!” cried the Duke, “and it shall be done at once.”
    â€˜But thereat the Duchess rose to her feet with a terrible look.
    â€˜â€œNo,” she cried, “by the body of God! For it shall not be said that, after your Excellency has chosen to deny every request I addressed to him, I owe his consent to the solicitation of another!”
    â€˜The chaplain turned red and the Duke yellow, and for a moment neither spoke.
    â€˜Then the Duke said, “Here are words enough, Madam. Do you wish the relics brought up from the crypt?”
    â€˜â€œI wish nothing that I owe to another’s intervention!”
    â€˜â€œPut the image in place then,” says the Duke furiously; and handed her Grace to a chair.
    â€˜She sat there, my grandmother said, straight as an arrow, her hands locked, her head high, her eyes on the Duke, while the statue was dragged to its place; then she stood up and turned away. As she passed by Nencia, “Call me Antonio,” she whispered; but before the words were out