Anthony Trollope, The Warden
, chapter VI (The Warden's Tea-Party
And so went off the warden's party, and men and women arranging shawls and shoes declared how pleasant it had been; and Mrs Goodenough, the red-faced rector's wife, pressing the warden's hand, declared she had never enjoyed herself better; which showed how little pleasure she allowed herself in this world, as she had sat the whole evening through in the same chair without occupation, not speaking, and unspoken to.
My experience is the same as Mrs. Goodenough's. Fortunately I don't get invited to many parties.