She catches the tone readily.

If not the image of her mother, she has inherited her mother's bent for the graces; she needs but a small amount of practice.
'Take my assurance of that; and you know who has critical eyes.

Your anxiety may rest; she is equal to any station.
'As expected by me, my Lord Tyrant appeared, though late, near midnight.
I saw him bowing to the Ducal party.

Papa had led your "simple sister" there.

Next I saw the Tyrant and Carinthia conversing.