So I suppose you never noticed a strange-looking couple who passed along the deal boards just in front of us." Mrs.Thesiger laughed and her head fell back upon her pillow.

But during that movement her eyes had never left her daughter's face.

"A middle-aged man with stiff gray hair, a stiff, prim face, and a figure like a ramrod.

Oh, there never was anything so stiff." A noticeable bitterness began to sound in her voice and increased as she went on.
"There was an old woman with him as precise and old-fashioned as himself.
But you didn't see them?
I never saw anything so ludicrous as that couple, austere and provincial as their clothes, walking along the deal boards between the rows of smart people." Mrs.Thesiger laughed as she recalled the picture.

"They must have come from the Provinces.