re was no time to
be lost in conversation. Orsino led her to the nearest opening in the
tribune and pointed to a seat.
"I called," he said quickly. "You did not receive--"
"Come again, I will be at home," she answered in a low voice, as she
passed him.
She sat down in a vacant place beside Donna Tullia, and Orsino noticed
that his mother was just behind them both. Corona had been watching him
unconsciously, as she often did, and was somewhat surprised to see him
conducting a lady whom she did not know. A glance told her that the lady
was a foreigner; as such, if she were present at all, she should have
been in the diplomatic tribune. There was nothing to think of, and
Corona tried to solve the small social problem that presented itself.
Orsino strolled back to his father's side.
"Who is she?" inquired Sant' Ilario with some curiosity.
"The lady who wanted the tiger's skin--Aranjuez--I told you of her."
"The portrait you gave me was not flattering. She is handsome, if not
beautiful."
"Did I say she was not?" asked Orsino with a visible irritation most
unlike him.
"I thought so. You said she had yellow eyes, red hair and a squint."
Sant' Ilario laughed.
"Perhaps I did. But the effect seems to be harmonious."
"Decidedly so. You might have introduced me."
To this Orsino said nothing, but relapsed into a moody silence. He would
have liked nothing better than to bring about the acquaintance, but he
had only met Maria Consuelo once, though that interview had been a long
one, and he remembered her rather short answer to his offer of service
in the way of making acquaintances.
Maria Consuelo on her part was quite unconscious that she was sitting in
front of the Princess Sant' Ilario, but she had seen the lady by her
side bow to Orsino's companion in passing, and she guessed from a
certain resemblance that the dark, middle-aged man might be young
Saracinesca's father. Donna Tullia had seen Corona well enough, but as
they had not spoken for nearly twenty years she decided not to risk a
nod where she could not command an acknowledgment of it. So she
pretended to be quite unconscious of her old enemy's presence.
Donna Tullia, however, had noticed as she turned her head in sitting
down that Orsino was piloting a strange lady to the tribune, and when
the latter sat down beside her, she determined to make her acquaintance,
no matter upon what pretext. The time was approaching at which the
procession was to
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