bracelet around its neck, and to keep it always with her.

One day she had fallen asleep in her room, with the dog at her
feet, as his habit was. Her feet were bare and resting on his
back. Suddenly she was waked by her husband: he stood beside
her, smiling not unkindly.

"You look like my great-grandmother, Juliane de Cornault, lying
in the chapel with her feet on a little dog," he said.

The analogy sent a chill through her, but she laughed and
answered: "Well, when I am dead you must put me beside her,
carved in marble, with my dog at my feet."

"Oho--we'll wait and see," he said, laughing also, but with his
black brows close together. "The dog is the emblem of fidelity."

"And do you doubt my right to lie with mine at my feet?"

"When I'm in doubt I find out," he answered. "I am an old man,"
he added, "and people say I make you lead a lonely life. But I
swear you shall have your monument if you earn it."

"And I swear to be faithful," she returned, "if only for the sake
of having my little dog at my feet."

Not long afterward he went on business to the Quimper Assizes;
and while he was away his aunt, the widow of a great nobleman of
the duchy, came to spend a night at Kerfol on her way to the
pardon of Ste. Barbe. She was a woman of great piety and