H. De Vere Stacpoole,
The Queen’s Necklace
(1918)
“ As he led me off toward a large, low, white house set beyond tree ferns and surrounded with a miraculous garden, where palmistes waved against the sky and butterflies like blossoms chased each other over flowers more brilliant and lovely than jewels, I became myself again, or, rather, I became that self which contact with the personality of my courtly host engendered in me, for it is perfectly true that one takes one’s color from one’s companions, and that a man of true stateliness and good form diffuses his qualities as a lamp diffuses its light or a flower its perfume. ”
