Dilemmas of Pride, (Vol 3 of 3)Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Dilemmas of Pride, (Vol 3 of 3)
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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The orders were given, that no pains or expense should be spared in
making Miss Fips highly accomplished. These accomplishments, in all
their various stages, became at each vacation the subjects of new
displays; till at length the young lady came home the perfect singer of
Italian bravuras, performance of which we have just witnessed; and
furthermore imbued with a thorough contempt for her vulgar, and except
in the chicanery of the law, ignorant father. Of this contempt she made
no secret; but on the contrary, laughed at his opinions and scoffed at
his authority, on the plea of being herself a much better judge of every
thing, save, as she expressed it, of musty parchments.
All men, besides a natural dislike to milliners' bills, let them be ever
so clumsy in every thing else, have a sort of notion of what is becoming
to women in dress.
Fips, accordingly, on one occasion ventured to hint to his daughter,
that she looked as handsome again when she had not half so many fine
things on. She was at the moment just equipped to step forth into the
streets of a country town, dressed in a bright green silk pelisse,
extremely short, to display the pretty foot and ancle; her stockings
were of open-work embroidery, the slippers scarlet, the hat (not bonnet)
yellow crape, adorned with white blond and pink ostrich feathers tipped
with scarlet. She also wore, flung across one shoulder, and hung over
the contrary arm, a long flying canary-coloured scarf, and held
perpendicularly above her head, that it might neither conceal nor
derange its trappings, a conspicuous-sized, canopy-shaped, lilac
parasol, deeply bordered with a gold-coloured net-work fringe, and
tasseled at every point. Chains, ear-rings, bracelets, brooches, clasps,
watch, and reticule, were of course none of them forgotten; while the
very backs of the canary-coloured kid gloves were embroidered with lilac
and gold.
Fips's remark was received with a sneer, and "I beg, sir, you'll mind
your parchments, and give me leave to be the best judge of my dress."
"Well, well, my dear, follow your own way."
"That I shall, sir, you may rest assured."
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