“I met Lady Holland again on Thursday at Lord Sefton’s. She began by complaining of the slipperiness of the courtyard, and of the danger of her horses falling; to which Sefton replied that it should be gravelled the next time she did him the honor of dining there. She then began to sniff, and, turning her eyes to various pots filled with beautiful roses and all kinds of flowers, she said:—‘Lord Sefton, I must beg you to have those flowers taken out of the room, they are so much too powerful for me.’—Sefton and his valet Paoli actually carried the table and all its contents out of the room. Then poor dear little Ly. Sefton, who has always a posy as large as life at her breast when she is dressed, took it out in the humblest manner, and said:—‘Perhaps, Lady Holland, this nosegay may be too much for you.’—But the other was pleased to allow her to keep it, tho’ by no means in a very gracious manner. Then when candles were lighted at the close of dinner, she would have three of them put out, as being too much and too near her. Was there ever?”
