Delicia

Lady Bracondale deplored the ways of many of the set she was obliged to move in—Delicia Harrowfield, for instance.

A small green mound beneath the chestnut tree marked the grave of the fond Delicia—a tribute to Tommy's skill.

Delicia's successor looked up from her saucer on the rug, and the "Morning Post" slipped from the poet's nerveless grasp.

How shall I know now whether my Delicia is being taken care of or not?

Last of all walked Delicia, who was so beautiful that it was nothing short of marvelous.