Exquisite; and what a coiffure! Well, did you see HER in the black velvet, trimmed so deep with Chantilly lace, wave on wave, and her head-dress of crimson flowers, and such a riviere of diamonds; oh, dear! oh, dear!" "I did, love.

The room was an oven, but her rubicund face and suffocating costume made it seem a furnace." "Stuff! Well, did you see the lady in the corn-colored silk, and poppies in her hair ?" "Of course I did.

Ceres in person.

She made me feel hot, too; but I cooled myself a bit at her pale, sickly face." "Never mind their faces; that is not the point." "Oh, excuse me; it is always a point with us benighted males, all eyes and no eyes." "Well, then, the lady in white, with cherry-velvet bands, and a white tunic looped with crimson, and headdress of white illusion, a la vierge, I think they call it." "It was very refreshing; and adapted to that awful atmosphere.

It was the nearest approach to nudity I ever saw, even amongst fashionable people." "It was lovely; and then that superb figure in white illusion and gold, with all those narrow flounces over her slip of white silk glacee, and a wreath of white flowers, with gold wheat ears amongst them, in her hair; and oh! oh! oh! her pearls, oriental, and as big as almonds!" "And oh! oh! oh! her nose! reddish, and as long as a woodcock's." "Noses! noses! stupid! That is not what strikes you first in a woman dressed like an angel." "Well, if you were to run up against that one, as I nearly did, her nose WOULD be the thing that would strike you first.