The supper from beginning to end was proved to be a gigantic surprise.
As the midnight hour struck, the very representative gathering, very
hungry and expectant, sat down at the long and charming decorated
tables. Everywhere the eye rested on the most dazzling arrangements.
Exquisite lights illuminated the room, charmingly assorted
glass-flowers diffusing the electricity, which at that period was a
decided novelty and only just becoming popular. Our sense of
expectancy was titillated to the uttermost by the alternating lights
thrown upon the scene from different angles, and the soup, which
seemed somewhat tardy in making its appearance, was welcomed. For a
moment all was in darkness, until suddenly a lurid glow arose in the
weirdest manner from the table, which was discovered to be made
entirely of glass covered with a very transparent table cloth. The
bright light coming up from beneath gave the assembled guests a
ghastly and weird appearance, accentuated no doubt by our increasing
hunger. When the general illumination appeared once more and
normalities were, so to speak, resumed, an excellent menu began to
make things go. Between each course there was a fresh surprise in the
form of a novelty entertainment--principally musical. From one corner
of the room came an angelic voice singing a selection from an opera,
which led to a discussion as to the identity of the singer who proved
to be Melba. Then came Hollman, the 'cellist, followed by Florence St.
John, who gave us a cheerful song from a comic opera. One bright
particular star followed another until by degrees everything glowed.
In the midst of the repast a monster pie was brought in and placed
opposite Alma Tadema (who was in the chair). He cut it, and to our
delighted astonishment countless little birds flew out in all
directions alighting here there and everywhere, as though to complete
the delightful scheme of decoration, whilst with one accord they
seemed to burst into exquisite song. Toasts followed and suitable
speeches, the artists joined the general company and were individually
thanked for the pleasure they had given. It had been arranged that the
caricatures should appear earlier in the evening, but owing to a
mistake on the part of the operator they arrived as the last item of
the evening's entertainment, and after such an excellent supper, in
which the wines were truly worthy of the perfect quality of the fare,
the assembly could hardly be expected to crane their necks very far
back in search of the caricatures of familiar faces thrown by the
lantern-slides upon the ceiling. And in any case, to my mind, the
effect was spoiled by the exaggerated angle at which they were
reflected.
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