Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 213: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 205 but one occupation, a very absorbing anxiety to learn the royal bride’s trousseau, the magnificent present of the Empress of Hindostan. All other questions disappeared before this one. How many gowns has she? What are they? What are the number of chemises and petticoats? The more thrifty housewives, thinking more of the useful than the ornamental, and endeavoring to divine how may sheets and pillow-cases, gowns, etc., etc., the young bride would have. Then there was the subject of jewels. This one, for instance, became inexhaustible for the imagina- tions of the young girls who only possessed some httle cross or medallions of no value. They knew that the king was going to give a superb parure of diamonds. In the show-window of Knapp, the court jeweler, the diadem was already displayed, placed upon a cushion of sky-blue velvet, similar to a stream of liquid fire. How many feminine eyes, on seeing this marvel rested there amazed, envying the happiness of this fair daughter of the king! To this priceless treasure many others were added; there was asplendid riverie entirely of brilliants; farther on there were ear-rings whose fine pearls, real treasures brought from distant seas, were as large as wren’s eggs; there were some loose flowers which, similar to a glow-worm whose light betrays it under the blade of grass, were soon to sparkle like scintillations of fire in the coiffure of the young bride. All had been given the order to create master- pieces. The court dressmaker, Fraulein Schafskopf, was exhibiting some magnificent things in robes, How beautiful were those morning negliges! How could one help but love the woman who, clothed ecomicbooks.com