However, when I had brushed my hair very smooth, and put on my black frock--which, Quakerlike as it was, at least had the merit of fitting to a nicety--and adjusted my clean white tucker, I thought I should do respectably enough to appear before Mrs. Fairfax, and that my new pupil would not at least recoil from me with antipathy.
Fuera como fuese, cuando me hube peinado cuidadosamente y vestido mi traje negro, de una sencillez casi cuáquera, y mi cuello blanco, juzgué que estaba lo bastante aseada y presentable para comparecer ante Mrs. Fairfax y para que mi discípula no experimentase desagrado al verme.