She thought that
with Mr. Emilius she might obtain the undisputed command of her own
income. But she did not quite make up her mind. She would see him and hear
what he had to say. Her income was her own, and should she refuse Mr.
Emilius, other suitors would no doubt come.
She dressed herself with considerable care--having first thought of
receiving him in bed; but as the trial had now gone on without her, it
would be convenient that her recovery should be commenced. So she had
herself dressed in a white morning wrapper with pink bows, and allowed the
curl to be made fit to hang over her shoulder. And she put on a pair of
pretty slippers, with gilt bindings, and took a laced handkerchief and a
volume of Shelley--and so prepared herself to receive Mr. Emilius. Lizzie,
since the reader first knew her, had begun to use a little colouring in
the arrangement of her face, and now, in honour of her sickness, she was
very pale indeed; but still, through the paleness, there was the faintest
possible tinge of pink colour shining through the translucent pearl
powder. Any one who knew Lizzie would be sure that when she did paint she
would paint well.
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