ROSA LEWIS OF THE CAVENDISH
... LONG ago, when whisky was 12s. 6d. a bottle and queues were only seen outside theatres, there was a charming hotel in the West End-- the French would call it intime-- where the owner, a silver-haired old lady then in her late seventies, came around in the morn ings at about 9 o'clock to call on her guests and see if they were all right and quite comfortable. She was usually dressed in an ...