Was he new or one of the ones she had seen a dozen times before?
There was nothing exactly artificial in Mrs.Farron's manner, but, like a great singer who has learned perfect enunciation even in the most trivial sentences of every-day matters, she, as a great beauty, had learned the perfection of self-presentation, which probably did not wholly desert her even in the dentist's chair.
She drew off her long, pale, spotless gloves.
"No tea, my dear," she said.

"I've just had it," she added to Wayne, "with an old aunt of mine.

Aunt Alberta," she threw over her shoulder to Mathilde.

"I am very unfortunate, Mr.Wayne; this town is full of my relations, tucked away in forgotten oases, and I'm their only connection with the vulgar, modern world.

My aunt's favorite excitement is disapproving of me.