Madame d'Aragona glanced at the slip of paper.
"Not that," she answered. "Do you imagine that I will stand? I want a seat in one of the tribunes."
The guide lost himself in apologies, but explained that he could not get what she desired.
"What are you for?" she inquired.
She was an indolent woman, but when by any chance she wanted anything, Donna Tullia herself was not more restless. She drove at once to Gouache's studio. He was alone and she told him what she needed.
"The Jubilee, Madame? Is it possible that you have been forgotten?"
"Since they have never heard of me! I have not the slightest claim to a place."
"It is you who say that. But your place is already secured. Fear nothing. You will be with the Roman ladies."
"I do not understand—"
"It is simple. I was thinking of it yesterday. Young Saracinesca comes in and begins to talk about you. There is Madame d'Aragona who has no seat, he says. One must arrange that. So it is arranged."