"Welcome, my dear Connie!" said Dr.Hooper, cordially, taking her hand and kissing her.

"Your train must have been a little late." "Twenty minutes!" said Mrs.Hooper, who had followed her niece into the hall.

"And the draughts in the station, Ewen, were something appalling." The tone was fretful.

It had even a touch of indignation as though the speaker charged her husband with the draughts.

Mrs.Hooper was a woman between forty and fifty, small and plain, except for a pair of rather fine eyes, which, in her youth, while her cheeks were still pink, and the obstinate lines of her thin slit mouth and prominent chin were less marked, had beguiled several lovers, Ewen Hooper at their head.
Dr.Hooper took no notice of her complaints.