I don't play the part well!" "No, you do not," said Clara.
Miss Vance tapped at Lucy's door as she went down, and found her working at her embroidery.

"You must lie down for an hour, my dear," she said, "and be fresh and rosy for this evening." "I am not going.

I must finish these pinks.

I have just sent a note of apology to the countess." "Not going!" Clara gasped, dismayed.

Then she laughed with triumph.
"The princesses and all the Herrschaft of Munich will be there to pass judgment on the bride, and the bride will be sitting at home finishing her pinks! Good!" "I am no bride!" Lucy rose, stuck her needle carefully in its place, and came closer to Miss Vance.