Its soft fair luxuriance was, no one could tell how, made to assume the half dressed, half undressed air of the head in Delaroche's picture; and Frederica looked the part well.
"She should throw her head a little more back,"-- whispered Hamilton Rush to the manager;--"her head or her shoulders.

She is not quite indignant enough." "That handkerchief in her hand is not right--" said Preston in a responding whisper.

"You see to it--while I get into disguise." "That handkerchief, Mrs.Sandford--" Hamilton, said softly.
"Yes.

Frederica, your hand with the pocket-handkerchief,--it is not quite the thing." "Why not ?" "You hold it like a New York lady." "How _should_ I hold it ?" "Like a French queen, whose Austrian fingers may hold anything any way." This was Hamilton's dictum.
"But how _do_ I hold it ?" "You have picked it up in the middle, and shew all the flower work in the corners." "You hold it too daintily, Frederica," said Theresa.

"You must grasp it--grasp it loosely--but as the distinguished critic who has last spoken has observed." Frederica dropped her handkerchief, and picked it up again exactly as she had it before.
"Try again--" said Mrs.Sandford.