"I don't know, unless we leave Rome at once."
"But I don't want to leave Rome," said Minnie. "I hate being chased away from places by people—and they'd be sure to follow me, you know—and I don't know what to do. And oh, Kitty darling, I've just thought of something. It would be so nice. What do you think of it?"
"What is it?"
"Why, this. You know the Pope?"
"No, I don't."
"Oh, well, you've seen him, you know."
"Yes; but what has he got to do with it?"
"Why, I'll get you to take me, and I'll go to him, and tell him all about it, and about all these horrid men; and I'll ask him if he can't do something or other to help me. They have dispensations and things, you know, that the Pope gives; and I want him to let me dispense with these awful people."
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Willoughby.
"I don't see any nonsense in it at all. I'm in earnest," said Minnie; "and I think it's a great shame."