The young lady in this drawing has much of Leech's charm; but I should scarcely have selected it were it not for the figure of the gentleman, which exactly resembles that of Leech himself as I first knew him. If conservatories, or even staircases, could speak, what flirtations they could chronicle, what love-tales they could tell! Mr. Smith says "you will have to confess your inability to imagine what on earth the gentleman with the long hair, who is carefully balancing himself on one leg against the flowerpot-stand, and the pretty girl with the bouquet, can find to talk about so long, so earnestly."
I for one beg Mr. Albert Smith's pardon. I can easily imagine what they are talking about.
It would be a grave omission if "The Belle of the Evening" were left out of these extracts from the "Physiology of Evening Parties." Let me present her, then. Now listen to the flourish with which the author introduces her:
"Room for beauty! The belle of the evening claims our next attention, the lovely dark-eyed girl so plainly yet so elegantly dressed, who wears her hair in simple bands over her fair forehead, unencumbered by flower or ornament of any kind, and moves in the light of her own beauty as the presiding goddess of the room, imparting fragrance to the enamoured air that plays around her!"
[Illustration: "THE BELLE OF THE EVENING."]
Rather tall talk, this, but excusable, perhaps, as applied to the lovely creature Leech has drawn for us.
I feel I cannot close these extracts more appropriately than by allowing Mr. Ledbury to appear again at the moment of his departure from a scene in which he has so distinguished himself by his conversational, as well as by his terpsichorean, powers. He was destined to be guilty of one more folly--that of thinking he had but to ask for his hat to get it.
"He walks downstairs," says Mr. Smith, "under the insane expectation of finding his own hat, or madly deeming that the ticket pinned upon it corresponds with the one in his waistcoat pocket."
Here I take my leave of "The Physiology of Evening Parties" in presenting my reader with this charming little drawing, in which one scarcely knows which to admire most--the bewildered expression of Mr. Ledbury as he ruefully contemplates the rim of his hat, or the sympathetic, half-laughing face of the perfect little maid. The artistic qualities of this illustration are excellent. I say good-bye to "Evening Parties" only to meet Mr. Albert Smith again in a work by him called "Comic Tales and Pictures of Life," published, I think, about the time of the "Evening Parties," or perhaps earlier, for the illustrations are, on the whole, inferior to those in the latter production. The work under notice is composed of a series of short stories, in which love, comedy, and deep tragedy play alternate parts. Leech's attention is mainly devoted to the comic scenes.