… far preferable to her great friend Ethel Clifford who also tried to befriend me. Ethel was, perhaps still is, a poetess and had been drawn by Burne-Jones. She talked with a lisp and confided to me that her ambition in dress was to be able to throw a piece of lace carelessly over her shoulder so that the result should be perfection. Somehow in spite of this and her ideal Burne-Jones features, she could not help being like mother, vulgar, rollicking Lucy Clifford, with teeth all over the place, who gossiped endlessly about the literary underworld.
MISS CLIFFORD. In pencil, life-size, three-quarter face to R. Inscribed "ETHEL" and "TO LUCY CLIFFORD. EDWARD BURNE-JONES, MDCCCXCV." 19 1/2 by 13 1/4. Lent by Mrs. W. K. Clifford.