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"I insist upon knowing," said Madame d'Aragona. "This is dreadful! Has no one got a tiger? What sort of studio is this with no tiger!" "I am not Sarah Bernhardt, nor the emperor of Siam," observed Gouache, with a laugh. But Madame d'Aragona was not satisfied. "I am sure you could procure me one, Prince," she said, turning to Orsino. "I am sure you could, if you would!
The conversation seemed to have languished, and Orsino was immediately conscious that the atmosphere had changed since he had left. He unrolled the skin as he entered, and Madame d'Aragona looked at it critically. She saw that the tawny colours would become her in the portrait and her expression grew more animated. "It is really very good of you," she said, with a grateful glance.
Orsino was very much surprised and not by any means pleased, for he saw that the elder woman had forced the introduction by a rather vulgar trick. Nevertheless, he could not escape. "Since you have been good enough to recognise me," he said rather stiffly to Donna Tullia, "permit me to make you acquainted with Madame d'Aranjuez d'Aragona."
It must be allowed that she permitted it to linger, as though she understood his wish, but as she was looking at Orsino, he was pleased. "If you will permit me to say it, Madame," he observed, "I have never seen eyes like yours." He endeavoured to lose himself in their depths as he spoke. Madame d'Aragona was not in the least annoyed by the remark, nor by the look.
But Requesens was obstinate: "if others can go on their way it is shameful that I should not proceed on mine," he protested. Alfonso d'Aragona argued with him in vain, representing that his master, the Duke of Tuscany, would hold the Grand Commander responsible for damage to his galleys. It was all in vain, as the Grand Commander was too arrogant and stupid to listen to advice from anybody.
"My dear Gouache, you are insufferable. You are always telling me that I am beautiful. Look at my nose." "Yes. I am looking at it." "And my mouth." "I look. I see. I admire. Have you any other personal observations to make? How many claws has a tiger, Don Orsino? Quick! I am painting the thing." "One less than a woman." Madame d'Aragona looked at the young man a moment, and broke into a laugh.
Many people put 'd'Aragona' after their names some cousins of ours, among others they are Aranjuez d'Aragona my father's mother was of that family." "I think that is the name Aranjuez. Indeed I am sure of it, for Faustina remarked that she might be related to you." "It is odd. We have not heard of her being in Rome and I am not sure who she is. Has she been here long?"
It may have been on the death of Sancia that Rodrigo was placed under the protection of another aunt, Isabella d'Aragona, his father's eldest sister, the most unfortunate woman of the age, wife of Giangaleazzo of Milan, who had been poisoned by Ludovico il Moro.
Ah, Madame, to me a man who has a career, a profession, an interest, is a god." "I like that," answered Madame d'Aragona. "But it seems to me you have your choice. You have the world before you. Write your name upon it. You do not lack enthusiasm. Is it the inspiration that you need?" "Perhaps," said Orsino glancing meaningly at her as she looked at him.
"Anything you like only do not spoil the likeness," answered Madame d'Aragona, leaning back in her chair, and looking sleepily at Orsino from beneath her heavy, half-closed lids. "You will spoil the whole picture," said Orsino, rather anxiously. Gouache laughed. "What harm if I do? I can restore it in five minutes " "Five minutes!"
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