Lady Twombley monologue (Act 4) — The Cabinet Minister: A farce in four acts

When I did get through they gave me my train, as much as to say: "If this belongs to you, take it home as soon as possible." But there I stuck in the doorway, not budging an inch. I didn't care how the officials whispered, and waved, and beckoned; I stood my ground. And then, Julian, then my breath nearly went from me, for I saw her coming! Effie, it was lovely! Brooke, you would have been proud of your sister! Her cheeks were like the outside leaf of a Duchesse de Vallombrosa rose, and her eyes like two dewdrops on the top of it; and she had just enough fright in her little heart to make her feathers tremble. Then she courtesied. Ah, if she had stumbled I should have been by her side in an instant--who would have blamed me? I'm her mother!--but she didn't. No, she floated towards me--dipping, and dipping, and dipping, again and again, as smoothly and gracefully as a swan swimming backward!