AN ORGY AT CHIGI"S VILLA
And Chigi made a joyous feast; I never Sat at a costlier; for all round his hall From column on to column, as in a wood, Great garlands swung and blossomed, and beneath Heirlooms and ancient miracles of Art Chalice and salver, wines that Heaven knows when Had sucked the fire of some forgotten sun And kept it through a hundred years of gloom, Yet glowing in a heart of ruby, cups Where nymph and G.o.d ran ever round in gold, Others with gla.s.s as costly, some with gems Movable and resetable at will, And trebling all the rest in value.
Ah! heavens!
Why need I tell you all? Suffice! to say That whatsoever boundless wealth like his, And genius high, can compa.s.s, rare or fair, Was brought before the guest.
TENNYSON:--Altered.
So I found Raphael and so I left him, successful and apparently happy.
Had I comprehended what the incident which I have just related meant to him,--had I even suspected his misconception of the situation,--I might have made him understand that neither at Cetinale nor at Porto d"Anzio had Maria Dovizio sung the _Hymn to Apollo_, that in both places it was Imperia who had chanted, Imperia who had responded to Chigi"s caresses, and so this woful misunderstanding might never have divided these young lovers. Maria, far from being Chigi"s guest at the moment of the discovery of the _Apollo_, was in Urbino, awaiting in ever-increasing wonder and dismay some word of affection from her betrothed. Failing to receive it she came to Rome, but Raphael held himself aloof, pleading the Pope"s demands upon his time. He thought that she would understand the cause of his neglect, and herself sunder the engagement, for he would not shame her by any accusation.
One ineffaceable picture of my friend I carried with me into my exile, for going to the Vatican to bid Raphael farewell, I was told that he was in the Pope"s villa of the Belvedere superintending the placing of the _Apollo_, which had just arrived. The guards barred my entrance to the loggia, and indeed I cared not to intrude, for I saw that the Pope was there, gazing at the statue with a grim delight, as though he believed that the G.o.d had descended to earth to expel as of old the barbarian Gauls.
Raphael stood entranced, unmindful of the presence of Maria Dovizio, who sat a little apart, heart-sick and bewildered, unable to grope her way through the thick fog of misconception which had drifted between herself and her beloved.
And over all the white form of _Apollo_ gleamed in heartless gladness, untouched by any feeling for his votary"s sins of ignorance for which he would cry in vain repentance, "Had I but known, had I but known!"
It was impossible for me to tarry longer in Rome without employment, and I bethought me of the monks of Oliveto, and how they had asked for a series of paintings for their cloister. To this refuge, therefore, I repaired, completing, in two years, thirty-one great frescoes for little more than my sustenance. Yea; and for my belly"s sake I might have accepted the life of a cowled monk, had not Chigi in the nick of time drawn me from that slough with the announcement that Peruzzi had completed the building of his villa, and that it was now ready for decoration.
Here accordingly, while painting in the upper rooms, I enjoyed the comradeship of that brotherhood of choice spirits--Giovanni da Udine, Francesco Penni, and the rest--who with thee, my Giulio, wrought so lovingly under Raphael"s direction, illuminating the lower loggia with the legend of _Cupid and Psyche_.
It is true that to my surprise and sorrow Raphael himself came not, but I knew that he was overwhelmed with commissions, and to their demands upon his time I attributed his avoidance of the villa. In the meantime I delayed not to seek him out, and to express my surprise that I found him still a bachelor. But at my first probing of that old wound he winced so perceptibly that I perceived that it was by no means cured, and I made no demand upon his confidence for an explanation of his delay in demanding the consummation of an engagement which had not been publicly dissolved.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Alinari_
Giovanni Antonio Bazzi, called Sodoma
From the portrait of himself in the Abbey of Monte Oliveto Maggiore]
The world gossiped as to the cause of Raphael"s neglect of his affianced. The most part declared him cold, absorbed only in love of his art, and some whispered that the Pope who was insatiable in his demands for his work, feared that marriage would lessen his enthusiasm for art, and had put off indefinitely the wedding-day, promising Raphael the Cardinal"s hat if he remained a celibate.
While I could not believe that this was the true explanation of the estrangement between the lovers, I was far from suspecting the truth.
Though I called upon Maria Dovizio I got no enlightenment in that quarter, nay, nor encouragement for my own pa.s.sion, for when I put forth some timid essays, they were promptly crushed by a look of such reproach that I called myself brute as well as fool for my persistency.
Longing to do her service, I determined to haunt my friend until he should voluntarily confide the secret of the trouble, and if it were possible bring them together.
With this end in view, in all my leisure hours I frequented Raphael"s studio, where he was painting the most glorious of his Madonnas for the monks of San Sisto. And here, posing for that divine work, I found again our child-model of Cetinale, the little Margherita.
She was no longer a child, for the years which had elapsed had transformed her into a woman; but she had retained her old characteristics of shyness, simplicity, and a worshipful love of Raphael. She had followed him to Rome, so he told me, like some faithful, dumb animal which could not live away from its master, and moved by her great affection he had given her lodging and employment as his model. There lacked not malicious tongues who called her his mistress; but so modest yet unabashed was her demeanour that I can well believe that she deserved to the end the honour which he paid in choosing her face as his ideal of all that is n.o.blest in woman.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Alinari_
Margherita (La Fornarina), Attributed to Raphael
Pitti Gallery, Florence]
While I worked at Chigi"s villa my patron gave me much of his company; for though the decorations were unfinished he had established his residence here. Imperia was his guest at this time, and as we sat at table one evening Chigi complained in her presence that Raphael slighted his engagements and avoided his company.
"Have I not heard," Imperia hazarded boldly, "that he is to marry the Maria Dovizio whom I met at Cetinale?"
"If her uncle speaks true," Chigi replied, "Raphael is but a recalcitrant lover, continually putting off the date of the marriage.
Bernardo Dovizio admitted to me that his niece"s patience is at an end, and that she could be persuaded to accept a more ardent suitor."
Imperia darted a keen look at Chigi, but replied calmly, "It is plain that Raphael has been entangled by some other woman," and she demanded of me suddenly if it were not so.
"It may be," I admitted reluctantly, for this possibility had of late occurred to me, and I told them of Margherita.
Chigi was delighted. "If Maria Dovizio but knew of that liaison," he cried, "she would send her betrothed about his business."
"Have a care, Agostino," Imperia exclaimed. "Let the news reach her through any one but you. She would hardly regard with kindness the man who brought her proof of Raphael"s faithlessness."
Chigi looked at me significantly. "_You_ knew her," he said. "It is in your power to serve us both."
"G.o.d knows I would give my life to serve her," I cried unguardedly.
Imperia laughed. "You have more than one rival, my Agostino," she said.
"Bazzi is a good fellow, but not to be trusted with your love affairs."
"I deny the accusation that I am your honour"s rival," I cried hotly. "I had never any hope in that quarter."
Chigi nodded thoughtfully and pressed my hand. "Do not torment yourself, Imperia," he said after a moment, as he left us. "We have neither of us any chance with Maria Dovizio; and you shall be mistress of this villa and of its master so long as you care for your kingdom."
But Imperia was not deceived though she feigned to believe Agostino"s protestations. Chigi"s information that Maria"s hand had been practically offered him by her uncle had wakened the most intense alarm for her own position, and she instantly determined to effect a reconciliation between Maria and Raphael.
"Look you, Bazzi," she said when we were alone, "that hussy, Margherita, must leave our friend"s house at once. I can see that you love Maria Dovizio so disinterestedly that you prefer her happiness to your own.
Now it is certain that Raphael and Maria love each other; and we must not allow any foolishness to part them. Let us work in concert to bring them together."
I remember that when I heard Imperia say this it struck me as an instance of an angel being served by the machinations of an evil spirit.
But I hesitated not to make her my fellow-conspirator, nor did I revolt that Margherita must suffer, nay, that I myself must relinquish any lingering hope of winning my idol"s heart if so be that her happiness could be secured.
"I am with you in that business," I a.s.sured Imperia, "but how can we effect it?"
"Very easily," Imperia replied. "Margherita is the daughter of Chigi"s pastry-cook at Cetinale. Send for him--I will give you money. He shall exercise a father"s authority to compel his daughter to return to her home. His mistress once beyond his reach, Raphael will forget her, and imagine that he has never loved any one but his betrothed. I know you men--the nearest is ever the dearest."
Imperia"s plot was but partially successful. She brought Margherita"s father indeed from Siena and established him as a baker near the villa; but no commands, threats, or bribe of his could induce his daughter to renounce Raphael"s protection.
Imperia again took counsel with me. "The fool loves him," she said; "we must act through her love, not against it."
"And how shall we do that?" I asked.
"We must make her understand that her lover, intoxicated by his delight in her company, is disregarding his own advantage in neglecting Chigi"s commissions, and that she must reside here in order to induce Raphael to follow her."
The scheme seemed to me likely to succeed, and one morning, when I shrewdly suspected that Raphael would be busied at the Vatican, I took Imperia with me to his studio to try her powers of persuasion upon Margherita.
Even then she could not have succeeded but for my help, for Margherita, trusting in my friendship for Raphael, appealed to me. "It is for his good," I a.s.sured her.
"Then I will not refuse," she replied, "but will go with you at once. So write for me to my master that if he wishes to paint from me, he will find me when he is prepared to fulfil his promises to his patron."
Thus, without giving her time to reflect, we carried Margherita in Imperia"s carriage to Chigi"s villa. I guessed that she had no intention of sending the girl"s message to her lover; that she planned to keep Margherita hidden until Raphael, believing her false or losing all hope of finding her, would return to his allegiance to Maria.