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 do You think about Miss Cresswell's London Triumph?
