Only that, and to look at Portia. I guess he
can do it. Once fix him and he'll stay — that's one thing. How
will you dress Portia, Mrs. Sandford? Ah, let me dress her!"
"Not at all; you must be amenable to authority, Miss
Stanfield, like everybody else."
"But what will you put on her, Mrs. Sandford? The dress is
Portia."
"No, by no means; you must look with a very delicate
expression, Miss Theresa. Your face will be the picture."
"My face will depend on my dress, I know. What will it be,
Mrs. Sandford?"
"I will give you a very heavy and rich purple brocade."
"Jewels?"
"Of course. Mrs. Randolph lets us have whatever we want."
"That will do!" said Theresa, clapping her hands softly. "I am
made up. What are you going to do with Frederica?"
"She has a great part. She must be Marie Antoinette going
from the revolutionary tribunal."
"De la Roche's picture!" said Theresa.
"She's not dressed at all," — remarked Frederica, coldly
looking at the engraving.
"Marie Antoinette needed no dress, you know," Theresa
answered.
"But she isn't handsome there."
"You will be standing for her," said Mrs. Sandford. "The
attitude is very striking, in its proud, indignant
impassiveness.
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