"If they will all do as well, we shall be encored. But there is no dress
here for Bassanio, Mrs. Sandford."
"You would hardly expect your mother's or your aunt's wardrobe to
furnish that."
"Hardly. But I am sure uncle Randolph's wardrobe would not do any
better. It will have to be made."
"I think I have something at home that will do--something that was used
once for a kindred purpose. I think I can dress Bassanio--as far as the
slashings are concerned. The cap and plume we can manage here--and I
dare say your uncle has some of those old-fashioned long silk hose."
"Did papa ever wear such things?" said Daisy.
"Portia will be easy," said Preston, looking round the room.
"Who is to be Portia?"
"Theresa Stanfield, I believe."
"That will do very well, I should think. She is fair--suppose we dress
her in this purple brocade."
"Was Portia married in purple?" said Preston.
Mrs. Sandford laughed a good deal. "Well"--she said--"white if you like;
but Theresa will look most like Portia if she wears this brocade. I do
not believe white is _de rigueur_ in her case. You know, she went from
the casket scene to the altar. If she was like me, she did not venture
to anticipate good fortune by putting on a bridal dress till she knew
she would want it."
"Perhaps that is correct," said Preston.
"How come you to know so much about the dresses?" said the lady. "That
is commonly supposed to be woman's function."
"I am general manager, Mrs. Sandford, and obliged to act out of
character.
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