"If you will only look like that, Daisy, in the tableau!"
"Look how?" said Daisy.
"Mrs. Sandford, did you ever see anything so perfect?"
"It is excellent," said that lady.
"If they will all do as well, we shall be encored. But there
is no dress here for Bassanio, Mrs. Sandford."
"You would hardly expect your mother's or your aunt's wardrobe
to furnish that."
"Hardly. But I am sure uncle Randolph's wardrobe would not do
any better. It will have to be made."
"I think I have something at home that will do — something
that was used once for a kindred purpose. I think I can dress
Bassanio — as far as the slashings are concerned. The cap and
plume we can manage here — and I dare say your uncle has some
of those old-fashioned long silk hose."
"Did papa ever wear such things?" said Daisy.
"Portia will be easy," said Preston, looking round the room.
"Who is to be Portia?"
"Theresa Stanfield, I believe."
"That will do very well, I should think. She is fair — suppose
we dress her in this purple brocade."
"Was Portia married in purple?" said Preston.
Mrs. Sandford laughed a good deal. "Well" — she said — "white
if you like; but Theresa will look most like Portia if she
wears this brocade.
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