The things we do!

Warrington actually asked Miss Gandish to dance, making woeful
blunders, however, in the quadrille, while Clive, with something like one
of his old smiles on his face, took out Miss Zoe Gandish, her sister. We
made Gandish overeat and overdrink himself in the supper-room, and Clive
cheered him by ordering a full length of Mrs. Clive Newcome from his
distinguished pencil. Never was seen a grander exhibition of white satin
and jewels. Smee, R.A., was furious at the preference shown to his rival.
We had Sandy M'Collop, too, at the party, who had returned from Rome,
with his red beard, and his picture of the murder of the Red Comyn, which
made but a dim effect in the Octagon Room of the Royal Academy, where the
bleeding agonies of the dying warrior were veiled in an unkind twilight.
On Sandy and his brethren little Rosey looked rather coldly. She tossed
up her little head in conversation with me, and gave me to understand
that this party was only an omnium gatherum, not one of the select
parties, from which Heaven defend us.


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