Pompous doormen in immense coats, shiny brass belts and buttons, waited in front of expensive salesrooms.

Coachmen in tan boots, white tights, and blue jackets waited obsequiously for the mistresses of carriages who were shopping inside.

The whole street bore the flavor of riches and show, and Carrie felt that she was not of it.

She could not, for the life of her, assume the attitude and smartness of Mrs.Vance, who, in her beauty, was all assurance.

She could only imagine that it must be evident to many that she was the less handsomely dressed of the two.