She walked to the end of the room and back, as she was bid; she tried to express a preference, when she was asked for one; and as she was arrayed in one delicious gown after another, she became more and more alive to the beauty of the soft stuffs, the invention and caprice with which they were combined, the daintiness of their pinks and blues, their greys and creams, their lilacs and ivories.

At last Mrs.Burgoyne happened upon a dress of white crape, opening upon a vest of pale green, with thin edges of black here and there, disposed with the tact, the feeling of the artist; and when Lucy's tall form had been draped in this garment, her three attendants fell back with one simultaneous cry: 'Oh my dear!' said Mrs.Burgoyne drawing a long breath.--'Now you see, Marie--I told you!--that's the cut.

And just look how simple that is, and how it falls! That's the green.

Yes, when Mathilde is as good as that she's divine .-- Now all you've got to do is just to copy that.

And the materials are just nothing--you'll get them in the Corso in half-an-hour.' 'May I take it off ?' said Lucy.
'Well yes, you may'-- said Mrs.Burgoyne, reluctantly--'but it's a great pity.