Lord Arthur Savile's Crime谷月社, 30. 10. 2015 It was Lady Windermere’s last reception before Easter, and Bentinck House was even more crowded than usual. Six Cabinet Ministers had come on from the Speaker’s Levée in their stars and ribands, all the pretty women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsrühe, a heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderful emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her voice, and laughing immoderately at everything that was said to her. It was certainly a wonderful medley of people. Gorgeous peeresses chatted affably to violent Radicals, popular preachers brushed coat-tails with eminent sceptics, a perfect bevy of bishops kept following a stout prima-donna from room to room, on the staircase stood several Royal Academicians, disguised as artists, and it was said that at one time the supper-room was absolutely crammed with geniuses. In fact, it was one of Lady Windermere’s best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past eleven. As soon as she had gone, Lady Windermere returned to the picture-gallery, where a celebrated political economist was solemnly explaining the scientific theory of music to an indignant virtuoso from Hungary, and began to talk to the Duchess of Paisley. She looked wonderfully beautiful with her grand ivory throat, her large blue forget-me-not eyes, and her heavy coils of golden hair....
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... girl, and the mere touch of her fingers, when they sat together, made each nerve of his body thrill with exquisite joy, he recognised ... Clementina Beauchamp, a dear old lady who lived in Curzon Street, and was his own second cousin by his.
... Lady Clementina in any way that might attract public attention, as he hated the idea of being lionised at Lady Windermere's, or seeing his name figuring in the paragraphs of vulgar society—newspapers. He had also to think of Sybil's ...
... Lady Clementina's. 'Well, monsieur le mauvais sujet,' cried the old lady, as he entered the room, 'why haven't you been to see me all this time?' 'My dear Lady Clem, I never have a moment to myself,' said Lord Arthur, smiling. 'I ...
... Lady Clem. As far as I can make out, she belongs entirely to her milliners.' 'Of course; that is the only reason you come to see an ugly old woman ... Clementina, holding up to the light the little transparent capsule, with its floating ...
... Lady Clem?' 'I am afraid so. But how sympathetic you are today, Arthur ... Lady Clem, will you?' said Lord Arthur, rising from his seat. 'Of course I won't, you ... Clementina for the pill, and to let the marriage go on as if there was no ...
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A HYLOIDEALISTIC ROMANCE | |
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