In vain were exclamations of displeasure vented against her from all sides: In vain was She addressed with--'I assure you, Segnora, there are no places here.'-- 'I beg, Segnora, that you will not crowd me so intolerably!'-- 'Segnora, you cannot pass this way.

Bless me! How can people be so troublesome!'-- The old Woman was obstinate, and on She went.

By dint of perseverance and two brawny arms She made a passage through the Crowd, and managed to bustle herself into the very body of the Church, at no great distance from the Pulpit.

Her companion had followed her with timidity and in silence, profiting by the exertions of her conductress.
'Holy Virgin!' exclaimed the old Woman in a tone of disappointment, while She threw a glance of enquiry round her; 'Holy Virgin! What heat! What a Crowd! I wonder what can be the meaning of all this.

I believe we must return: There is no such thing as a seat to be had, and nobody seems kind enough to accommodate us with theirs.' This broad hint attracted the notice of two Cavaliers, who occupied stools on the right hand, and were leaning their backs against the seventh column from the Pulpit.