Lord Arthur Saviles Crime the Portrait of Mr W H And Other Stories

pretty women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsriihe, a heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderfitl emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her voice, and laughing immoderately at everythinq C that was said to her. It was certainly a wonder ful 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 fazt, it was one of Lady Windermeres best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past eleven. As soon as she had gone, Lady Winderinere 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...