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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... once changed her husband ; indeed , Debrett credits her with three marriages ; but as she had never changed her lover , the world had long ago ceased to talk scandal about her . She was now forty years of age , childless , and with that ...
... 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 if some one doesn't go and fetch Mr. Podgers at once, I shall have to go myself.' 'Let me go, Lady Windermere ...
... once . ' ' Well , he is not a bit like a cheiromantist . I mean he is not mysterious , or esoteric , or romantic - looking . He is a little , stout man , with a funny , bald head , and great gold - rimmed spectacles ; something between ...
... If he has told you that , Lady Jedburgh , I shall certainly take him away . Come over at once , Mr. Podgers , and read Lord Arthur's hand . ' ' Well , ' said Lady Jedburgh , making a little moue as she rose from the sofa, 'if I am.
... to have eaten everything up , but we may find some hot soup . François used to make excellent soup once , but he is so agitated about politics at present , that I never feel quite certain about him. I do wish General Boulanger would keep.