"I must go to the Jubilee," said Donna Tullia, coming to the point.
"Of course you must go—"
"And I must have my seat among the Roman ladies"
"Of course you must," repeated Del Ferice with a little less alacrity.
"Ah! You see. It is not so easy. You know it is not. Yet I have as good a right to my seat as any one—better perhaps."
"Hardly that," observed Ugo with a smile. "When you married me, my angel, you relinquished your claims to a seat at the Vatican functions."
"I did nothing of the kind. I never said so, I am sure."
"Perhaps if you could make that clear to the majorduomo—"
"Absurd, Ugo. You know it is. Besides, I will not beg. You must get me the seat. You can do anything with your influence."
"You could easily get into one of the diplomatic tribunes," observed Ugo.