Dame Edith Sitwell.
There ain't nothin' like a dame!
A ruddy and lusty old dame, who delights in all weathers and seasons, and is likely to outlive all her children yet.
Barely half a mile westward down Dame Street, rises the Castle, and 300 yds.
He is represented as the son of a widow, "la dame veuve," his father having been slain in tourney, battle or by treachery, either immediately before, or shortly after his birth.