"Anxious, no doubt, to set herself off to advantage, she hath made free with the countess's wardrobe.

Your own favourite attendant, Sarah Swarton, hath often arranged herself in your finest fardingales, kirtlets, and busk-points, as Diego will tell you.

Is it not so, rascal ?" "'T is precisely as my lord hath stated, my lady," said the Spaniard to Lady Roos.

"When Sarah Swarton hath been so habited, I have more than once mistaken her for your ladyship." "Yet Sarah is very unlike me," said Lady Roos.
"That only shows how deceptive appearances are, chuck, and how little we ought to trust to them," observed Lord Roos.
"How can you suffer yourself to be thus duped, Elizabeth ?" said Lady Lake.
"Because her ladyship would rather believe me than you, Madam," rejoined Lord Roos.

"But she is _not_ duped." "Heaven forgive him!" exclaimed Diego, aside.
"And supposing it were Gillian, how would the case be mended, as far as you are concerned, Elizabeth ?" said Lady Lake.