“A complexion like mine.” Lady William replied,
“Is expensive and peerless, I hope;
I obtained it by dint of much trouble and care,
And the free use of Pears’ patent soap.”
“You are old, Lady William,” the débutante cried,
“At least, so your enemies say;
But the census last year puts your age down, I see,
As thirty-five years to a day.”
“When my youth ’gan to fade,” Lady William replied,
“I thought I’d remain at this stage;