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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... answered Lady Windermere, 'any amount of them. Next year, for instance, I am in great danger, both by land and sea, so I am going to live in a balloon, and draw up my dinner in a basket every evening. It is all written down on my little ...
... answer to a nod from the smiling hostess, a tall girl, with sandy Scotch hair, and high shoulderblades, stepped awkwardly from behind the sofa, and held out a long, bony hand with spatulate fingers. 'Ah, a pianist! I see,' said Mr ...
... answer. 'But you must read some more hands for us. Come, Sir Thomas, show Mr. Podgers yours'; and a geniallooking old gentleman, in a white waistcoat, came forward, and held out a thick rugged hand, with a very long third finger. 'An ...
... answered. 'Sybil knows me as well as I know her.' 'Ah! I am a little sorry to hear you say that. The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding. No, I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is ...
... answered Lady Windermere, 'but will he be a charming husband? That is what I want to know.' 'All charming young men are,' said Mr. Podgers. 'I don't think a husband should be too fascinating,' murmured Lady Jedburgh pensively, 'it is so ...
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CHAPTER VI | |
A HYLOIDEALISTIC ROMANCE | |
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THE PORTRAIT OF MR W H CHAPTER I | |
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