"Did she look like that?" she said finally.
"Surely, she must," said the housekeeper. "The picture is thought a deal of. It was painted by a famous painter, I've been told."
"She was very ugly, then!" said Dolly.
"Handsome is that handsome does," said the housekeeper, smiling; "and, to be sure, I never could make out that Her Majesty was altogether handsome in her doings; though perhaps that's the fault of my stupidity."
"She looks cold," said Dolly; "she looks cruel."
"I'm afraid, by all I have read of her, she was a little of both."
"And how she is dressed!—Who is that, the next to her?"
"Mary Stuart; Mary, Queen of Scotland; this lady's rival."
"Rival?" said Dolly. "No, I do not think she was; only Elizabeth chose to think her so. How lovely, how lovely!"
"Yes, and by all accounts the portrait tells truth. They say, so she was to be sure."