A glance into the tell-tale mirror made her sigh despairingly again.

She was not built on majestic lines herself.

No matter how queenly and imposing she might feel in that attitude, she only looked ridiculously stiff.
Once more she changed her seat, flouncing down on a low sofa, and struggling for a graceful position with one elbow leaning on a huge silk cushion.

It was in all seriousness that she made these changes, realizing that she could not appear at her best unless she felt at ease.
But the humour of the situation was not lost on her.

An amused smile dimpled her face as she gave the sofa cushion a thump and once more changed her seat.