"My mother," said Orsino. "My father is getting in now."
"There comes my carriage! Please help me."
A modest hired brougham made its appearance. Orsino hoped that Madame d'Aranjuez would offer him a seat. But he was mistaken.
"I am afraid mine is miles away," said Donna Tullia. "Good-bye, I shall be so glad if you will come and see me." She held out her hand.
"May I not take you home?" asked Maria Consuelo. "There is just room—it will be better than waiting here."
Donna Tullia hesitated a moment, and then accepted, to Orsino's great annoyance. He helped the two ladies to get in, and shut the door.
"Come soon," said Maria Consuelo, giving him her hand out of the window.
He was inclined to be angry, but the look that accompanied the invitation did its work satisfactorily.
"He is very young," thought Maria Consuelo, as she drove away.
"She can be very amusing. It is worth while," said Orsino to himself as he passed in front of the next carriage, and walked out upon the small square.