Much emphasis here on the tapping of shoes on paving stones as people hurry from one sadness to another, each one in turn deeper than the last. All in all a pleasant enough film slightly spoiled by the use of the old cinema reel-style interlude for the main character's adventures during 1873. This is 1873 after all - before the invention of cinema - and there is no reason given to believe we are living beyond this period i.e. in someone else's remembrances. Much strain and inaudible mumbling but eventually a satisfying glimpse into the pressures of a lady (with money) in the nineteenth century.
Review of The Portrait of a Lady
