Nell Terry, and not least though last
One Robert Louis Stevenson.
And mingling with that underworld,
To sip the devilish demi-tasse,
Be-cloaked, be-diamonded, be-pearled,
Came women of the better class.
Like geese to see the lions fed,
They came—be-jewelled and be-laced,
Only to find the lions fled.
“My Word!” cried they, “What wretched taste!”