I know thou'd say "Be presented." "Our minister at that time had the reputation of being very careless of the needs and wishes of his countrymen, and I was not surprised to find a long delay.
"In the course of my waiting, I had told my story to a young Italian gentleman, the nephew of a monseigneur; a monseigneur being next in rank to a cardinal.

He assured me that permission would never be obtained by our minister.
"After a fortnight's waiting I received a permit, written on parchment, and signed by Cardinal Antonelli.
"When the young Italian next called, I held the parchment up in triumph, and boasted that Minister -- -- had at length moved in the matter.

The young man coolly replied, 'Yes, I spoke to my uncle last evening, and asked him to urge the matter with Cardinal Antonelli; but for that it would never have come!' There had been 'red tape,' and I had not seen it.
"At the same time that the formal missive was sent to me, a similar one was sent to Father Secchi, authorizing him to receive me.

The Father called at once to make the arrangements for my visit.

I made the most natural mistake! I supposed that the doors which opened to one woman, opened to all, and I asked to take with me my Italian servant, a quick-witted and bright-eyed woman, who had escorted me to and from social parties in the evening, and who had learned in these walks the names of the stars, receiving them from me in English, and giving back to me the sweet Italian words; and who had come to think herself quite an astronomer.