Miss Cresswell's London Triumph by Evelyn Richardson

Author:Evelyn Richardson [Richardson, Evelyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Regency
ISBN: 9780451167408
Google: IUKIyghf-msC
Publisher: Penguin Group USA
Published: 1990-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

It was at Rose's urging that a protesting Cassie went more than her usual one time to Madame Regnery to be fitted. When Cassie pointed out to her that Madame knew her figure and all its flaws better than its owner did. Rose turned mulish. It s as much as my position is worth. Miss Cassie, to see that you do us all proud. It is already outside of enough the airs and graces Miss Arabella Taylor's Susan puts on. I've borne with them for years because we all know your mind is on higher things, but allowing her to have the least cause to put on airs because her mistress criticizes your toilette at your own ball is something I will not do, no matter how much it displeases you. I have my pride, after all, and no mistress of mine is going to be outdone by that creature."

"Very well. Rose," Cassie sighed. "I had no notion I was such a trial to you, but I can see that you have had to put up with a good deal all these years."

"Not at all. Miss Cassie," Rose contradicted her stoutly. "You're far more beautiful than Miss Arabella. Aye, you may stare, brunettes being all the rage, but your nose is much better and your chin won't run to fat the way hers will, mark my words. What's more, your skin and curls owe nothing to art." Seeing Cassie's look of patent disbelief. Rose defended herself. "Well, everyone is aware that she paints ... or at the very least she uses the rouge pot and blackens her lashes. It's common enough knowledge, but Susan is forever complaining of the hours she has to spend with all sorts of lotions and powders, making her mistress look her best. Why you would be astounded at the goings-on."

"Arabella?" Cassie was horrified. The idea of painting conjured up an image of a sophisticated woman far more exciting than the person she had seen skin her knees and fall off her pony times out of mind.

"Yes, Miss Arabella," Rose maintained firmly. "And what's more, her curls aren't natural either." Again Cassie appeared to be completely taken aback by this revelation. "The amount of time Susan spends to make those ringlets would make your head spin. Why her hair is as straight as a board!" Rose shook her head.

"Gracious, this certainly has been a most enlightening afternoon," Cassie commented. Still too bemused by this surprising information to absorb it all, she allowed herself to be helped into her pelisse and hustled off to Madame Regnery's elegant establishment on South Moulton Street where she meekly endured a tedious hour of being pushed and prodded while Madame's minions draped and pinned.

The extraordinary efforts of all the staff were well worth it, and those waiting to be helped out of carriages the next evening in front of a Mainwaring House ablaze with the light from quantities of flambeaux were already labeling it a dreadful squeeze even before they mounted the great marble staircase.

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