¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 At the top we were handed over to the Papal pages, men dressed in red knee breeches red stockings, red short sack coat, the color resembling our brocatelle curtains. Through a large ante room filled with guards pages, couriers +c, into the reception room, a long room three times longer than wide where we found forty or fifty persons already assembled seated in one long row along the left wall.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 That row being not quite full we seated the ladies in line while Mr Castle and myself took our chances, solitary and alone, on the opposite side, our long row containing only ourselves, vis-à-vis to the long criticising line of expectants, quiet as church mice in Quaker meeting, but we showed our independence by keeping up a lively chat- no officials being present-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 The room was very plainly furnished. On the floor a plain green carpet or cloth without figures- no chairs or tables- On the plain walls several large old and cheap looking paintings. The row of seats lining each wall were wooden benches innocent of cushions- At the farther end of this hall was a plainly furnished platform slightly raised holding the Popes plain chair, covered with a plain canopy-
¶ 6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 The Pope was late. Three quarters of an hour we sat watching each other. Our side gradually filled up until sixty three persons were present, nearly all Americans- A few Germans, a few Jews, no Italians, the latter find trouble in gaining admittance to the wary Pontif- [sic] At a late moment a trio arrived and sat near us (Mr C and I) so improperly à la mode that we shoved along to avoid their disgrace