After that, he should prefer to return directly to Naples. It was not easy to argue against an invalid"s prerogative. After some fruitless attempts to move him, his father and mother temporarily desisted.
"You shall not go to Avellino," he said to Veronica, when they were alone. "It is a den of wild children and intolerable relations, and you would not have a moment"s peace. You have no idea how detestable that sort of existence would be after this heavenly calm. I am very fond of my father and mother, and my brothers and sisters, and my relations, and most of them are very good people in their way. But that is no reason why you and I should be set up to be looked at, and tallied at, by them all, twelve hours every day."
"I would certainly much rather stay here," answered Veronica, with a little laugh. "That is, if you can induce them to stay here, too."
"For that matter, they are quite unnecessary," said Gianluca. "There is no reason in the world why, if you like, we should not have the legal marriage here since you have a syndic and a munic.i.p.ality. Then we could announce it, and there would be no objection to our staying here alone."
"That is true," replied Veronica, thoughtfully. "We could always do that, if we chose."
But she did not propose to do it at once, and he did not like to press her. He saw no harm, however, in speaking of the project with Taquisara.
The Sicilian looked at him, said nothing, and then carefully examined a cigar before lighting it. He had long expected that such a proposal would come either from Gianluca or Veronica, and he was not surprised.
But when he at last heard it made he held his breath for a moment or two and then began to smoke in silence.
"You say nothing," observed Gianluca. "Do you see any possible objection to our doing that? Society ought to be satisfied."
"I should think so," answered Taquisara. "I should think that anything would be better than Avellino and all the relations. As for going back to Naples and having a munic.i.p.al wedding there, and no religious ceremony, I would not do it if I were you. The two marriages are always supposed to take place on consecutive days, or at least very near together, since both are necessary nowadays."
"I know," said Gianluca.
Taquisara made up his mind that he must take the initiative and speak with Don Teodoro. He had been willing and ready to give up all right to hope for the woman he loved, in order that his friend might marry her, but the idea that there should be an irregularity about the marriage, or no real marriage at all, as he believed was the case, was more than he could, or would, bear. To speak with Veronica was out of the question.
He knew enough of women to understand that if she ever knew how, by an accident, she had held his hand instead of Gianluca"s at the moment when she was giving her very soul to save the dying man, she might never forgive him. She might even turn and hate him. She would never believe that he himself had not known what he was doing. If it were possible, he would not incur such risk. Anything in reason and honour would be better than to be hated by her. He had seen her change of manner, of late, and he knew very well that she was beginning to like him much more than formerly.
In the morning, after Don Teodoro had said ma.s.s, Taquisara went to him and found him over his books. This time the priest recognized him at once and rose to greet him gravely, as though he had expected his visit.
"Have you made up your mind what to do?" asked the Sicilian, as he sat down.
It was as though they had been in the habit of discussing the situation together, and were about to renew a conversation which had been broken off.
"I know what I shall have to do, if matters go any further," answered the priest, in a dull voice, unlike his own.
"What would that be?"
"It is in my power to cause the marriage to be declared null and void."
"By appealing to your bishop, I suppose. In that event Donna Veronica would have to be told."
"There is another way."
"Then why do you not take it and act at once? Why do you hesitate?"
Taquisara watched him keenly.
"Because it would mean the sacrifice of my whole existence. I am human.
I hesitate, as long as there is any other hope."
"I do not understand. As for sacrificing your existence--that must be an exaggeration."
"Not at all. If it were only my own, I should not have hesitated, perhaps. I do not know. But what I should do would involve a great and direct injury to many others--to hundreds of other people."
Taquisara looked at him harder than ever, understanding him less and less.
"You seem to have a secret," he said at last, thoughtfully.
"Yes," answered the priest, resting his elbow on the old table and shading his eyes with his hand, though there was no strong light to dazzle him. "Yes--yes," he repeated. "I have a secret, a great secret.
I cannot tell it to you--not even to you, though you are one of the most discreet men I ever met. You must forgive me, but I cannot."
"I do not wish to know it," replied Taquisara. "Especially not, if it concerns many people."
A short silence followed, during which neither moved, nor looked at the other.
"Don Teodoro," asked the Sicilian, at last, in a low voice, "please tell me your view of the case, as a priest. Am I, at the present moment, in consequence of what happened a fortnight ago, actually married to Donna Veronica, or not?"
The priest hesitated, looked down, took off his spectacles, and put them on again, before he answered the question.
"I think," he said, "that most people, if any had been present, would be of opinion that it was enough of a marriage to require a formal annullation before any other could take place. I should certainly not dare to consider the princess and Don Gianluca as married, when it was you who held her right hand, and received the benediction with her in the prescribed att.i.tude."
"Yes," answered Taquisara; "but in your own individual opinion, as a priest, am I married to her, or not?"
"As a priest, I can have no individual opinion. I can tell you, of course, that the marriage can be annulled. In the first place, you neither of you had the intention of being married to each other. In all the sacraments, the intention of those to whom they are administered is the prime consideration. It would only be necessary for you and the princess to swear that you had no intention of being married, and that it was, to the best of your knowledge, entirely an accident, and all difficulties could be removed."
"Ah, yes! But then Donna Veronica would know, and Gianluca would have to know it, too. I came here to tell you that they are seriously thinking of sending for the syndic, to publish the banns of marriage at the munic.i.p.ality and marry them legally, after which the Duca and d.u.c.h.essa will go to Avellino, and leave them here together. Whether it costs your existence or mine, Don Teodoro, this thing shall not be done."
"No," said Don Teodoro. "It shall not. You are in a terrible position yourself. I feel for you."
"I?" Taquisara bent his brows. "I, in a terrible position?"
"Do not be angry," answered the priest, gently. "I know your secret well enough, though she does not guess it yet. Do not think me indiscreet because I mention the fact. It would be far better if you could go away for the present. But I know how you are situated, and you are helping to prevent mischief. We must help each other. If it is to cost the existence of one of us, it shall be mine. You are young, and I am old.
And that is not the only reason. My secret is not like yours. I cannot let it go down into the grave with me. I have kept it long enough, and I should have kept it longer, if this had not happened. I shall probably go to Naples to-morrow. You must prevent them from publishing the banns until I come back, or until you hear from me. I may never come back. It is possible."
"What do you mean?" asked Taquisara, for he saw a strange look in the old man"s clear eyes.
"I shall not end my life here," he said quietly.
"You? End your life? You, commit suicide? Are you mad, Don Teodoro?"
"Oh no! I may live many years yet. I hope that I may, for I have much to repent of. But I shall not live here."
"I hope you will," said Taquisara. "But if you know my secret--keep it."
"As I have kept mine till now," answered the old man.
So they parted, and Taquisara went back to the castle, leaving the lonely priest among his books.
CHAPTER XXVII.
Veronica did not wish the people of Muro to believe that she was marrying a cripple. That was the reason why she did not at once agree to Gianluca"s proposal and send for the syndic to perform the legal ceremony. She had persuaded herself that by quick degrees of improvement, he would recover the power to stand upright, at least to the extent to which he had still retained his strength when he had first arrived. Since he had lived through the crisis, she grew sanguine for him and hoped much.