Dynevor Terrace V2

On that eventful morning, Clara was the prey of Mrs. Beckett, Marianne, and the French milliner, and in such a flounced glace silk, such a lace mantle, and such a flowery bonnet was she arrayed, that Lord Ormersfield bowed to her as a stranger, and Louis talked of the transformations of the Giraffe. ‘Is it not humiliating, ’ she said, ‘to be so altered by finery? You might dress Isabel for ever, and her nobleness would surmount it all