And among her army of guests the Countess moved like a Queen, who could
stoop to frivolity without losing a shred of dignity. Surely never was
such superabundant energy enshrined in a form so beautiful and stately.

"Shall I tell you what Lady Jersey is like?" wrote
Creevey. "She is like one of her numerous gold and silver
dicky-birds that are in all the showrooms of this house.
She begins to sing at eleven o'clock, and, with the
interval of the hour when she retires to her cage to
rest, she sings till twelve at night without a moment's
interruption. She changes her feathers for dinner, and
her plumage both morning and evening is the most
beautiful I ever saw."

She seemed indeed incapable of fatigue. Tongue and body alike never
seemed to rest, from rising to going to bed.

"She is really wonderful," says Lady Granville; "and how
she can stand the life she leads is still more wonderful.
She sees everybody in her own house, and calls on
everybody in theirs. She is all over Paris, and at all
the _campagnes_ within ten miles, and in all _petites
soirées_. She begins the day with a dancing-master at
nine o'clock, and never rests till midnight.... At ten
o'clock yesterday morning she called for me, and we never
stopped to take breath till eleven o'clock at night, when
she set me down here more dead than alive, she going to
end the day with the Hollands!"

A life that would have killed nine women out of ten seemed powerless to