LORD CAVERSHAM. [Looking at her with a kindly twinkle in his eyes.]
You are a very charming young lady!
MABEL CHILTERN. How sweet of you to say that, Lord Caversham! Do
come to us more often. You know we are always at home on Wednesdays,
and you look so well with your star!
LORD CAVERSHAM. Never go anywhere now. Sick of London Society.
Shouldn't mind being introduced to my own tailor; he always votes on
the right side. But object strongly to being sent down to dinner
with my wife's milliner. Never could stand Lady Caversham's bonnets

спасибо заранее
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(...такой денди, как Уайльд, наверняка привык к хорошим портным. Обычные портные при покрое брюк спрашивают "На какую сторону носите?" - "Which side do you dress, Sir?", а хорошие и без вопросов знают :))