Though possessing but the very slightest grounds for believing herself to be a born diplomatist, the Countess had always delighted in petty plotting and scheming.  She now saw a possibility of annoying all Orsino’s relations by attracting the object of Orsino’s devotion to her own house.  She had no especial reason for supposing that the young man was really very much in love with Madame d’Aranjuez, but her woman’s instinct, which far surpassed her diplomatic talents in acuteness, told her that Orsino was certainly not indifferent to the interesting stranger.  She argued, primitively enough, that to annoy Orsino must be equivalent to annoying his people, and she supposed that she could do nothing more disagreeable to the young man’s wishes than to induce Madame d’Aranjuez to join that part of society from which all the Saracinesca were separated by an insuperable barrier.

And Orsino indeed resented the proceeding, as she had expected; but his family were at first more inclined to look upon Donna Tullia as a good angel who had carried off the tempter at the right moment to an unapproachable distance.  It was not to be believed that Orsino could do anything so monstrous as to enter Del Ferice’s house or ask a place in Del Ferice’s circle, and it was accordingly a relief to find that Madame d’Aranjuez had definitely chosen to do so, and had appeared in olive-green brocade at the Del Ferice’s last party.  The olive-green brocade would now assuredly not figure in the gatherings of the Saracinesca’s intimate friends.

Like every one else, Orsino read the daily chronicle of Roman life in the papers, and until he saw Maria Consuelo’s name among the Del Ferice’s guests, he refused to believe that she had taken the irrevocable step he so much feared.  He had still entertained vague notions of bringing about a meeting between her and his mother, and he saw at a glance that such a meeting was now quite out of the question.  This was the first severe shock his vanity had ever received and he was surprised at the depth of his own annoyance.  Maria Consuelo might indeed have been seen once with Donna Tullia, and might have gone once to the latter’s day.  That was bad enough, but might be remedied by tact and decision in her subsequent conduct.  But there was no salvation possible after a person had been advertised in the daily paper as Madame d’Aranjuez had been.  Orsino was very angry.  He had been once to see her since his first visit, and she had said nothing about this invitation, though Donna Tullia’s name had been mentioned.  He was offended with her for not telling him that she was going to the dinner, as though he had any right to be made acquainted with her intentions.  He had no sooner made the discovery than he determined to visit his anger upon her, and throwing the paper aside went straight to the hotel where she was stopping.