Maria Consuelo had not intended to spend September and October altogether in Rome.  She had supposed that it would be enough to choose her apartment and give orders to some person about the furnishing of it to her taste, and that after that she might go to the seaside until the heat should be over, coming up to the city from time to time as occasion required.  But she seemed to have changed her mind.  She did not even suggest the possibility of going away.

She generally saw Orsino in the afternoon.  He found no difficulty in making time to see her, whenever he could be useful, but his own business naturally occupied all the earlier part of the day.  As a rule, therefore, he called between half-past four and five, and so soon as it was cool enough they went together to the Palazzo Barberini to see what progress the upholsterers were making and to consider matters of taste.  The great half-furnished rooms with the big windows overlooking the little garden before the palace were pleasant to sit in and wander in during the hot September afternoons.  The pair were not often quite alone, even for a quarter of an hour, the place being full of workmen who came and went, passed and repassed, as their occupations required, often asking for orders and probably needing more supervision than Maria Consuelo bestowed upon them.

On a certain evening late in September the two were together in the large drawing-room.  Maria Consuelo was tired and was leaning back in a deep seat, her hands folded upon her knee, watching Orsino as he slowly paced the carpet, crossing and recrossing in his short walk, his face constantly turned towards her.  It was excessively hot.  The air was sultry with thunder, and though it was past five o’clock the windows were still closely shut to keep out the heat.  A clear, soft light filled the room, not reflected from a burning pavement, but from grass and plashing water.

They had been talking of a chimneypiece which Maria Consuelo wished to have placed in the hall.  The style of what she wanted suggested the sixteenth century, Henry Second of France, Diana of Poitiers and the durability of the affections.  The transition from fireplaces to true love had been accomplished with comparative ease, the result of daily practice and experience.  It is worth noting, for the benefit of the young, that furniture is an excellent subject for conversation for that very reason, nothing being simpler than to go in three minutes from a table to an epoch, from an epoch to an historical person and from that person to his or her love story.  A young man would do well to associate the life of some famous lover or celebrated and unhappy beauty with each style of woodwork and upholstery.  It is always convenient.  But if he has not the necessary preliminary knowledge he may resort to a stratagem.

“What a comfortable chair!” says he, as he deposits his hat on the floor and sits down.

“Do you like comfortable chairs?”