'Duke, look at his
lace. Come here, sit next to me. Let me look at that lace.' She examined
it with great attention, then turned up her beautiful eyes with a
fascinating smile. '_Ah! c'est jolie, n'est-ce pas?_ But you like caps.
I tell you what, you shall see my caps. Spiridion, go, _mon cher_, and
tell Ma'amselle to bring my caps, all my caps, one of each set.'
In due time entered the Swiss, with the caps, all the caps, one of each
set. As she handed them in turn to her mistress, the Bird chirped a
panegyric upon each.
'That is pretty, is it not, and this also? but this is my favourite.
What do you think of this border? _c'est belle cette garniture? et
ce jabot, c'est tres-seduisant, n'est-ce pas? Mais voici_, the cap of
Princess Lichtenstein. _C'est superb, c'est mon favori_. But I also love
very much this of the Duchess de Berri. She gave me the pattern herself.
And, after, all, this _cornette a petite sante_ of Lady Blaze is a dear
little thing; then, again, this _coiffe a dentelle_ of Lady Macaroni is
quite a pet.'
'Pass them down,' said Lord Squib; 'we want to look at them.'
Accordingly they were passed down.
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