The young duchess would sometimes rally Lady Nithsdale on her
antiquated notions, her housewife-like avocations, her retired habits;
she would try to persuade her to follow the fashion of the day, and
would urge her to taste with her the exciting pleasure of being swiftly
borne by a spirited steed over hill and vale, dell and dingle: but Lady
Nithsdale, unaccustomed to such exertions, would shrink from the very
idea, and trembled when she saw her fair friend mounted on her palfrey,
and, dressed according to the mode which has excited the indignation
of cotemporary writers, dash from the hall-door like an arrow from the
bow; then, turning gaily back, laugh at her timid cousin's fears. Her
hair, which was suffered to hang at some length on her shoulders, was
loosely tied by a scarlet riband, which played like a streamer behind
her; her small hat was edged with silver; her dress was of green camlet
embroidered with the same material; and a cravat of the finest lace
completed the toilet of the _élégante_ of the year 1711. The horse, as
though it were proud of so fair a rider, seemed to share in her vanity:
he was adorned after the same airy manner; and tossed and shook his
pretty head, as if he despised the silken rein which hung loosely upon
his neck.
Lady Nithsdale watched the party of equestrians as long as they
continued in sight; and Amy, whose blighted hopes enabled her to give
her undivided affection to her lady, and her undivided thoughts to
her dress, had not allowed this opportunity to escape of enlarging
her notions upon the subject of the prevailing mode. Presuming upon
her favour with her mistress, she had stolen away from Annie Bell and
Jeannie Scott, and glided to the oriel window of the hall, that she
might see the great London bride in her new-fangled garb.
"By my troth, madam, but her grace is very fair, and wears a goodly
dress, and mounts a jennet such as might befit a lady in one of my old
ballads!"
"Yes, Amy," replied Lady Nithsdale, "the dress is strange, but
graceful, and well does it suit my gay and sprightly cousin: yet she
must have a marvellous good courage; I think I never could mount any
horse, much less a pawing prancing steed such as delights her grace. It
is strange thus to peril one's life for pleasure!"
"And yet, my lady, such a close-fitting jaunty coat as that would
right well set off your ladyship's slender waist. Trust me, madam,
but I should like to have the curling of your soft brown hair, and
the shaking in a thought of powder, (her grace's maid showed me the
powder-puffs they use now,) and the making it just hang in such
ringlets as my lady duchess's."
"Nay, Amy, such flighty doings are not for me!"
In the evening, when the company were sipping their chocolate, and the
servants were preparing the ombre-tables, the lively duchess again
rallied the Lady Nithsdale upon her taste for staying at home.
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