C.-C. She was the most wonderful thing you ever saw. Dowagers used to jump on chairs in order to get a good look at her when she came into a drawing-room. I was riding with her once, and we had to have the gates of the livery stable closed when she was getting on her horse because the crowd was so great. ELIZABETH. And who's that? C.-C. Lady Lonsdale. That's Lady Dudley. ELIZABETH. This is an actress, isn't it? C.-C. It is, indeed. Ellen Terry. By George! how I loved that woman! ELIZABETH. [_With a smile._] Dear Ellen Terry! C.-C. That's Bwabs. I never saw a smarter man in my life. And Oliver Montagu. Henry Manners with his eye-glass. ELIZABETH. Nice-looking, isn't he? And this? C.-C. That's Mary Anderson. I wish you could have seen her in "A Winter's Tale." Her beauty just took your breath away. And look! There's Lady Randolph. Bernal Osborne--the wittiest man I ever knew. ELIZABETH. I think it's too sweet. I love their absurd bustles and those tight sleeves. C.-C. What figures they had! In those days a woman wasn't supposed to be as thin as a rail and as flat as a pancake. ELIZABETH. Oh, but aren't they laced in? How could they bear it? C.-C. They didn't play golf then, and nonsense like that, you know. They hunted, in a tall hat and a long black habit, and they were very gracious and charitable to the poor in the village. ELIZABETH. Did the poor like it? C.-C. They had a very thin time if they didn't. When they were in London they drove in the Park every afternoon, and they went to ten-course dinners, where they never met anybody they didn't know. And they had their box at the opera when Patti was singing or Madame Albani. ELIZABETH. Oh, what a lovely little thing! Who on earth is that? C.-C. That? ELIZABETH. She looks so fragile, like a piece of exquisite china, with all those furs on and her face up against her muff, and the snow falling. C.-C. Yes, there was quite a rage at that time for being taken in an artificial snowstorm. ELIZABETH. What a sweet smile, so roguish and frank, and debonair! Oh, I wish I looked like that! Do tell me who it is! C.-C. Don't you know? ELIZABETH. No. C.-C. Why--it's Kitty. ELIZABETH. Lady Kitty! [_To LADY KITTY._] Oh, my dear, do look! It's too ravishing. [_She takes the album over to her impulsively._] Why didn't you tell me you looked like that? Everybody must have been in love with you. [_LADY KITTY takes the album and looks at it. Then she lets it slip from her hands and covers her face with her hands. She is crying._ [_In consternation._] My dear, what's the matter? Oh, what have I done? I'm so sorry. LADY KITTY. Don't, don't talk to me. Leave me alone. It's stupid of me. [_ELIZABETH looks at her for a moment perplexed, then, turning round, slips her arm in CHAMPION-CHENEY's and leads him out on to the terrace._ ELIZABETH. [_As they are going, in a whisper._] Did you do that on purpose?