You must be famished, I know.

Then you can come down, or if you want to avoid two dressings you can sit over the fire up-stairs till dinner-time." So saying she skipped up-stairs and Alice followed her.

"Here's my dressing-room, and here's your room all but opposite.

You look out into the park.

It's pretty, isn't it?
But come into my dressing-room, and see the ruins out of the window." Alice followed Lady Glencora across the passage into what she called her dressing-room, and there found herself surrounded by an infinitude of feminine luxuries.