Her face was hidden by a black veil; thin corkscrew curls fringed the back of her head.

She was stout, and sat heavily in the gig.

The man wore a grey suit, too short in the trousers--at least they appeared so as he sat with his knees wide apart, and the toe of one heavy boot partly projecting at the side of the dash-board.

A much-worn straw hat was drawn over his eyes, and he held a short whip in his red hand.

He did not press his horse, but allowed the lazy animal to go jog-trot at his own pace.