“Now, if you gentlemen will go ahead to see I am not molested,” he said, “my carriage will be waiting outside the West door.”
The men, and they were a mixed collection of young Priests, Vergers and Choirmen, obediently walked ahead.
It was then that Paola whispered, so that only the Marchese could hear,
“The candle!”
He nodded, smiled down at her and then said to the Priest,
“We have something, Father, to collect from the Chapel of St. Francis and I think that he too must be thanked that we have been rescued.”
The men were walking ahead and heard what he said.
They moved across from behind the High Altar towards the narrow aisle that led to the Chapel of St. Francis.
When they reached it, without saying anything the Marchese carried Paola to where the candles were burning.
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