“‘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?”