There was a solemn and fearful interruption to a discourse which was so rapidly becoming explicit, by the sound of the bell, that the groom of the chambers, a long-tried and confidential domestic, had been commanded to ring before he entered. As this injunction had been accompanied by another not to appear, unless summoned, or urged by some grave motive, the signal caused a sudden pause, even at that interesting moment.
"How now!" exclaimed the Carmelite to the servant, who abruptly entered.
"What means this disregard of my injunctions?"
"Father, the Republic!"
"Is St. Mark in jeopardy, that females and priests are summoned to aid him?"
"There are officials of the state below, who demand admission in the name of the Republic?"
"This grows serious," said Don Camillo, who alone retained his self-possession. "My visit is known, and the active jealousy of the state antic.i.p.ates its object. Summon your resolution, Donna Violetta, and you, father, be of heart! I will a.s.sume the responsibility of the offence, if offence it be, and exonerate all others from censure."
"Forbid it, Father Anselmo. Dearest Florinda, we will share his punishment!" exclaimed the terrified Violetta, losing all self-command in the fear of such a moment. "He has not been guilty of this indiscretion without partic.i.p.ation of mine; he has not presumed beyond his encouragement."
The monk and Donna Florinda regarded each other in mute amazement, and haply there was some admixture of feeling in the look that denoted the uselessness of caution when the pa.s.sions were intent to elude the vigilance of those who were merely prompted by prudence. The former simply motioned for silence, while he turned to the domestic.
"Of what character are these ministers of the state?" he demanded.
"Father, they are its known officers, and wear the badges of their condition."
"And their request?"
"Is to be admitted to the presence of the Donna Violetta."
"There is still hope!" rejoined the monk, breathing more freely. Moving across the room, he opened a door which communicated with the private oratory of the palace. "Retire within this sacred chapel, Don Camillo, while we await the explanation of so extraordinary a visit."
As the time pressed, the suggestion was obeyed on the instant. The lover entered the oratory, and when the door was closed upon his person, the domestic, one known to be worthy of all confidence, was directed to usher in those who waited without.
But a single individual appeared. He was known, at a glance, for a public and responsible agent of the government, who was often charged with the execution of secret and delicate duties. Donna Violetta advanced to meet him, in respect to his employers, and with the return of that self-possession which long practice interweaves with the habits of the great.
"I am honored by this care of my dreaded and ill.u.s.trious guardians," she said, making an acknowledgment for the low reverence with which the official saluted the richest ward of Venice. "To what circ.u.mstance do I owe this visit?"
The officer gazed an instant about him, with an habitual and suspicious caution, and then repeating his salutations, he answered.
"Lady," he said, "I am commanded to seek an interview with the daughter of the state, the heiress of the ill.u.s.trious house of Tiepolo, with the Donna Florinda Mercato, her female companion, with the Father Anselmo, her commissioned confessor, and with any other who enjoy the pleasure of her society and the honor of her confidence."
"Those you seek are here; I am Violetta Tiepolo; to this lady am I indebted for a mother"s care, and this reverend Carmelite is my spiritual counsellor. Shall I summon my household?"
"It is unnecessary. My errand is rather of private than of public concern. At the decease of your late most honored and much lamented parent, the ill.u.s.trious senator Tiepolo, the care of your person, lady, was committed by the Republic, your natural and careful protector, to the especial guardianship and wisdom of Signore Alessandro Gradenigo, of ill.u.s.trious birth and estimable qualities."
"Signore, you say true."
"Though the parental love of the councils may have seemed to be dormant, it has ever been wakeful and vigilant. Now that the years, instruction, beauty, and other excellences of their daughter, have come to so rare perfection, they wish to draw the ties that unite them nearer, by a.s.suming their own immediate duties about her person."
"By this I am to understand that I am no longer a ward of the Signor Gradenigo?"
"Lady, a ready wit has helped you to the explanation. That ill.u.s.trious patrician is released from his cherished and well acquitted duties.
To-morrow new guardians will be charged with the care of your prized person, and will continue their honorable trust, until the wisdom of the Senate shall have formed for you such an alliance, as shall not disparage a n.o.ble name and qualities that might adorn a throne."
"Am I to be separated from those I love?" demanded Violetta impetuously.
"Trust to the Senate"s wisdom. I know not its determination concerning those who have long dwelt with you, but there can be no reason to doubt its tenderness or discretion. I have now only to add, that until those charged anew with the honorable office of your protectors shall arrive, it will be well to maintain the same modest reserve in the reception of visitors as of wont, and that your door, lady, must in propriety be closed against the Signor Gradenigo as against all others of his s.e.x."
"Shall I not even thank him for his care?"
"He is tenfold rewarded in the Senate"s grat.i.tude."
"It would have been gracious to have expressed my feelings towards the Signor Gradenigo in words; but that which is refused to the tongue will be permitted to the pen."
"The reserve that becomes the state of one so favored is absolute. St.
Mark is jealous where he loves. And, now my commission is discharged, I humbly take my leave, flattered in having been selected to stand in such a presence, and to have been thought worthy of so honorable a duty."
As the officer ceased speaking and Violetta returned his bows, she fixed her eyes, filled with apprehension, on the sorrowful features of her companions. The ambiguous language of those employed in such missions was too well known to leave much hope for the future. They all antic.i.p.ated their separation on the morrow, though neither could penetrate the reason of this sudden change in the policy of the state.
Interrogation was useless, for the blow evidently came from the secret council, whose motives could no more be fathomed than its decrees foreseen. The monk raised his hands in silent benediction towards his spiritual charge, and unable, even in the presence of the stranger, to repress their grief, Donna Florinda and Violetta sank into each other"s arms, and wept.
In the mean time the minister of this cruel blow had delayed his departure, like one who had a half-formed resolution. He regarded the countenance of the unconscious Carmelite intently, and in a manner that denoted the habit of thinking much before he decided.
"Reverend Father," he said, "may I crave a moment of your time, for an affair that concerns the soul of a sinner?"
Though amazed, the monk could not hesitate about answering such an appeal. Obedient to a gesture of the officer, he followed him from the apartment, and continued at his side while the other threaded the magnificent rooms and descended to his gondola.
"You must be much honored of the Senate, holy monk," observed the latter while they proceeded, "to hold so near a trust about the person of one in whom the state takes so great an interest?"
"I feel it as such, my son. A life of peace and prayer should have made me friends."
"Men like you, father, merit the esteem they crave. Are you long of Venice?"
"Since the last conclave. I came into the Republic as confessor to the late minister from Florence."
"An honorable trust. You have been with us then long enough to know that the Republic never forgets a servitor, nor forgives an affront."
""Tis an ancient state, and one whose influence still reaches far and near."
"Have a care of the step. These marbles are treacherous to an uncertain foot."
"Mine is too practised in the descent to be unsteady. I hope I do not now descend these stairs for the last time?"
The minister of the council affected not to understand the question, but he answered as if replying only to the previous observation.
""Tis truly a venerable state," he said, "but a little tottering with its years. All who love liberty, father, must mourn to see so glorious a sway on the decline. _Sic transit gloria mundi!_ You bare-footed Carmelites do well to mortify the flesh in youth, by which you escape the pains of a decreasing power. One like you can have few wrongs of his younger days to repair?"
"We are none of us without sin," returned the monk, crossing himself.
"He who would flatter his soul with being perfect lays the additional weight of vanity on his life."
"Men of my occupation, holy Carmelite, have few opportunities of looking into themselves, and I bless the hour that hath brought me into company so G.o.dly. My gondola waits--will you enter?"
The monk regarded his companion in distrust, but knowing the uselessness of resistance, he murmured a short prayer and complied. A strong dash of the oars announced their departure from the steps of the palace.