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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... don't mean to say he is here?' and she began looking about for a small tortoiseshell fan and a very tattered lace shawl, so as to be ready to go at a moment's notice. 'Of course he is here; I would not dream of giving a party without ...
... 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. Duchess, this is Mr. Podgers, my ...
... Don't tell him that he is engaged to one of the most beautiful girls in London, because that appeared in the Morning Post a month ago. 'Dear Lady Windermere,' cried the Marchioness of Jedburgh, 'do let Mr. Podgers stay here a little ...
... don't think a husband should be too fascinating,' murmured Lady Jedburgh pensively, 'it is so dangerous.' 'My dear child, they never are too fascinating,' cried Lady Windermere. 'But what I want are details. Details are the only things ...
... don't think I like American inventions, Arthur. I am quite sure I don't. I read some American novels lately, and they were quite nonsensical.' 'Oh, but there is no nonsense at all about this, Lady Clem! I assure you it is a perfect cure ...
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A HYLOIDEALISTIC ROMANCE | |
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