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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... Dear Gladys ! you are always so original , ' murmured the Duchess , trying to remember what a cheiromantist really was , and hoping it was not the same as a cheiropodist . ' He comes to see my hand twice a week regularly , ' continued ...
... dear Duchess, surely Providence can resist temptation by this time. I think every one should have their hands told once a month, so as to know what not to do. Of course, one does it all the same, but it is so pleasant to be warned. Now ...
... Dear Gladys , I really don't think it is quite right , ' said the Duchess , feebly unbuttoning a rather soiled kid glove . ' Nothing interesting ever is , ' said Lady Windermere : " on a fait le monde ainsi . But I must introduce you ...
... dear , ' said the Duchess. exaggerated , line of heart- ' ' Now , do be indiscreet , Mr. Podgers , ' cried Lady Windermere . ' Nothing would give me greater pleasure , ' said Mr. Podgers , bowing , ' if the Duchess ever had been , but I ...
Oscar Wilde. ' Well , my dear , ' said the Duchess , ' I like— ' ' Comfort , ' said Mr. Podgers , and modern improvements , and hot water laid on in every bedroom . Your Grace is quite right . Comfort is the only thing our civilisation ...
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