"Put the blanket on the floor!" she commanded, "and get changed on that! It is very dusty in here. And she went across to the end of the hall, where an enormous mirror with an ornate golden frame almost filled the space between ceiling and floor and began to rub it vigorously with a cloth.
Angela changed back into her wedding gown. She put on the satin shoes and, finally the lace mantilla. Then, with a nervous gulp she began to approach the mirror.
"Wait!" cried Rosalba, swinging her arm in a wide gesture as if to bar her passage.
She came up to Angela and began to make fussy little adjustments, muttering under her breath the whole time. Then she stood back and surveyed her protégée.
"Very well," she said grudgingly. "Now you may see."