Three women, grouped around her, rose and stooped and swayed, putting a touch here and a touch there, gathering in, looping up, and altering until all was to their taste.
"There!" said the head dressmaker, giving a final pat to a rosette of gray silk; "I think that will do, your Majes--that is to say, madame." The lady smiled at the adroit slip of the courtier dressmaker.
"My tastes lean little towards dress," said she, "yet I would fain look as he would wish me to look." "Ah, it is easy to dress madame.

Madame has a figure.

Madame has a carriage.

What costume would not look well with such a neck and waist and arm to set it off?
But, ah, madame, what are we to do when we have to make the figure as well as the dress?
There was the Princess Charlotte Elizabeth.

It was but yesterday that we cut her gown.