Miss Rosa had, she was sure, somewhere about.
"Would you mind bringing it?"
So the guimpe was brought, a lace guimpe with long, lace sleeves, and a high collared neck of lace.
Arethusa could have cried at the way it made her look. It ruined her Wonderful Frock; even she, inexperienced in such frocks, could tell that with ease. It was a real relief to get it off, and view herself once more as she had been at first arrayed, without it.
"Now don't you see?"
Yes, Arethusa saw.
"And do you suppose," pursued Elinor, "that Miss Eliza, as sensible as you say she is, would want to spoil an already beautiful dress that way?"
No, Arethusa could not believe that even Miss Eliza would want to be so unfeeling to beautiful dresses such as this. She could not help but think, she who had seen it and worn it, both ways, that Miss Eliza would be forced to select, as the prettier, the dress without the guimpe. There was really no choice, thought Arethusa, between them.
She smiled at her many reflections once more, and strutted a bit, back and forth, to watch her draperies float about her.
"I'm rather sorry," remarked Elinor, "that you needed so much convincing that I had any idea what was best."