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Elizabeth i 7 1
With a half-smile, Pauline nodded to the man and he left to do the rest of the cast. She heartily disagreed with the artist's point of view but said nothing. If she was going to do Elizabeth she was going to look as much like her as possible. Her maid came in to dress her but she sent her away again. For some time she sat and looked at herself, becoming more and more dissatisfied. As she stared fixedly into the mirror, she gradually projected her emotions until she could almost imagine that Elizabeth stood behind her chair. She didn't — and Pauline never believed that Elizabeth in spirit came down to help her with her make-up. With her intense imagination and the knowledge she had gained from studying pictures of Elizabeth very closely, she conjured up an imaginary picture and held it there while she made herself up to her own satisfaction. Digging her hand deep into the jar of cleansing cream, she removed all the make-up that had been so carefully put on by the expert and completely cleaned her face. Then, still holding to her mental vision, she began to re-do her face. Something seemed to suggest mauve powder and so digging the puff into this shade of powder she applied it. The result was beginning to look better. Then came the difficult job of imitating that beaklike nose, which was achieved with some putty, carefully molded into shape, and the application of make-up so as to leave a light line down the center of the nose to give it length. The lines of the mouth were hardened and lip rouge applied heavily so as to make the lower lip appear much thicker than the upper. Once more she stared at herself for some time, not yet perfectly satisfied. Something still seemed to be lacking. At last she discovered what it was. Taking up a razor she shaved off her own eyebrows completely. Then with a pencil she drew in the thin lines shown on Elizabeth's brow, with the ends slightly elevated. That last touch com