"The child Elizabeth is wrapped tightly in layers, her fists hidden: just as well, she looks as if she would strike you. Ginger bristles poke from beneath her cap, and her eyes are vigilant; he has never seen an infant in the crib look so ready to take offense. Lady Bryan says, "Do you think she looks like the king?" He hesitates, trying to be fair to both parties. "As much as a little maid ought."