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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... Tell me what he is like , and I'll bring him to you at 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 ...
... tell Lady Flora's ' ; and in answer to a nod from the smiling hostess , a tall girl , with sandy Scotch hair , and high shoulder - blades , stepped awkwardly from behind the sofa , and held out a long , bony hand with spatulate fingers ...
... tell my wife's hand , too . ' ' Your second wife's , ' said Mr. Podgers quietly , still keeping Sir Thomas's hand in his . ' Your second wife's . I shall be charmed ' ; but Lady Marvel , a melancholy - looking woman , with brown hair ...
... tell Sybil everything . She is coming to lunch with me to - morrow , to talk about bonnets , and if Mr. Podgers finds out that you have a bad temper , or a tendency to gout , or a wife living in Bayswater , I shall certainly let her ...
... tell us something nice. Lord Arthur is one of my special favourites.' But when Mr. Podgers saw Lord Arthur's hand he grew curiously pale, and said nothing. A shudder seemed to pass through him, and his great bushy eyebrows twitched ...
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Lord Arthur Savile's Crime: The Portrait of Mr. W.H., and Other Stories Oscar Wilde Úplné zobrazenie - 1914 |