Glamour in Glass: Sir Lumley St. George Skeffington
- Glamour in Glass Teasers in Pictorial Form
- Glamour in Glass: Lady Hertford’s claret velvet dress
- Glamour in Glass: The Carlton House Red Room
- Glamour in Glass: The Prince Regent
- Shades of Milk and Honey: Miss Dunkirk’s ballgown
- Glamour in Glass: Sir Lumley St. George Skeffington
- Glamour in Glass: The Blue Room
- Glamour in Glass: Mr. Vincent
- Glamour in Glass: Jane’s travelling dress
- Glamour in Glass: Travel by Dilligence
- Glamour in Glass: Mme Meynard’s Pomona Dress
- Glamour in Glass: The Battersea Bridge
- Glamour in Glass: Vincent’s writing desk
- Glamour in Glass: The town of Binché
- Glamour in Glass: Jane’s high-collared walking dress
- Glamour in Glass: Jane’s primrose dress
- Glamour in Glass: curling hair
- Glamour in Glass: The Gilles parade
- Without a Summer: Schomberg House
- Without a Summer: Whist
- Without a Summer: Melody’s celestial blue day dress
- Without a Summer: The music
- Without a Summer: Crossing Sweepers
- Without a Summer: Jane’s work dress
- Without a Summer: Mr. O’Brien
How could I not use him?
Skiffy was a baronet and a playwright who had some success with his play “The Sleeping Beauty” but was cheifly known for being a dandy.
The Letter Bag of Lady Elizabeth Stanhope includes this account of him.
`He,’ Gronow mentions, ‘used to paint his face like a French toy. He dressed d la Robespierre and practised other follies, although the consummate old fop was a man of literary attainments, remarkable for his politeness and courtly manners, in fact, he was invited everywhere. You always knew of his approach by an avant courier (sic) of sweet smells, and as he advanced a little nearer, you might suppose yourself in the atmosphere of a barber’s shop.'”
Here is an engraving of what he is supposed to have looked like. Of the real Sir Lumley, we have an account by John Stanhope:
Poor Skeffington was the Dandy of the day, par excellence. Remarkable for his ugliness, his dress was so exaggerated as to render his lack of beauty the more marked. He was a very goodnatured man, and had nothing of the impertinence of manner of the fops who succeeded him. Moreover, he was a bel-esprit, writing epilogues and prologues, and was at one time the observed of all observers. I have seen him at an assembly literally surrounded by a group of admiring ladies.
And how does he fare in Glamour in Glass?
“Oh! Horrid. Horrid, I tell you. I have never seen a man with less understanding of the nature of cloth than he displays. Why, did you know that I went in on the recommendation of a friend, whose advice I shall not favour henceforth, and M. Lecomte had the temerity to suggest superfine cloth? To me?” He took out a perfumed handkerchief and patted his forehead. “I turned on my heel and left without another sign. It was clear he was not current.”