Her luncheons were indeed sufficient to cheer the most despondent and misanthropic.

Gaiety in its varied forms predominated over Lady Rosamond's establishment.
Gerald Bereford was proud of the homage poured at the feet of his beautiful wife.

Her praise was music in his ears.

He listened to the flattering courtesies with childlike pleasure.

Her happiness was his.
Often when overcome with the cares and anxiety of public affairs a smile from her ladyship had a charm like magic.