'the streets were completely blocked with automobiles people were piling in through the back garden gate , and every window in the place was lighted i could hear the shrill screams of the saxophone long before i reached the front steps 'there was no one on the front door , as far as i ever saw , and i simply went in , pushing through a regular jam of young persons in the hallway , who were all smoking and laughing and greeting each other , and took no notice of me at all ' the party did include every manner of dress , exactly as stella had promised there were even quite a few elderly people there and langtry found himself comfortably anonymous as he made his way to the bar in the living room where he was served a glass of extremely good champagne 'there were more and more people streaming in every minute a crowd was dancing in the front portion of the room in fact , there were so many persons everywhere i looked , all chattering and laughing and drinking amid a thick bluish cloud of cigarette smoke , that i could hardly gain a fair impression of the furnishings of the room rather lavish , i suppose , and rather like the salon of a great liner , actually , with the potted palms , and the tortured art deco lamps , and the delicate , vaguely grecian chairs .