I just love the description from Benjamin Robert Haydn of George 1V in his finery, viz.
"Something rustles, and a being buried in satin, feathers and diamonds rolls gracefully into his seat. The room rises with a sort of feathere, silken thunder. Plumes wave, eyes sparkle, glasses are out, mouths smile and one man becomes the prime object of attraction to thousands... As he looked towards the Peeresses and Foreign Ambassadors, he showed like some gorgeous bird of the east".
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