The fact was she had not even guessed at Rosy's identity until long after the carriage had passed her.
"Oh, you see," she hesitated, "their carriage was not near me, and I was not expecting to see them.

And perhaps she looked a little delicate.

I heard she had been rather delicate." She felt she was floundering, and bravely floundered away from the subject.

She plunged into talk of Betty and people's anxiety to see her, and the fact that the society columns were already faintly heralding her.

She would surely come soon to town.