Helena doesn't laugh, but she does move away, having rejected all the clothing there for...what are these, she's trying to discern.

"Now you are the flatterer, Miss Grace. I'm certain that Miss Bourbon, Her Majesty, and you all outstrip me by far in that department. Visual beauty is a realm I cannot cross into, but if even Edgar must bow his head and acknowledge it, there is some pride for you there."

It's fascinating, how one name can be filled with utter flippancy and disdain, but it can be!