The men who knelt, the “little friends” who clung to her;
The last strange morning-dreams, the tea-tray’s rattle,
The letters—opened, skimmed, and tossed aside;
The leisured getting-up, the breakfast-prattle,
The summoning ’phone-bell and the mid-day ride;
The lunch; the afternoons of tittle-tattle—
Town’s latest scandal, dance, divorce or bride;
The “dear boys,” climbers, partis, portion-stalkers;
The furtive teas at Charbonnel and Walker’s;
The Morny-scented bath before the dinner;