... swear in their hearts as the brusque broadcloth carried away the light outworks of gauze and gossamer. The dowagers, ranged in solid phalanx, occupied all the chairs and sofas against the wall, ... how many are not satisfied with having the fastest horses and the “crackest“ carriages, and an unlimited wardrobe, and a weak affectation and puerile imitation of foreign life? And who are ... Vanity Fair be a satire, what novel of society is not? Are Vivian Grey, and Pelham, and the long catalogue of books illustrating English, or the host of Balzacs, Sands, Sues, and Dumas, that...