If one of Fra Angelico's saints should walk into a modern drawing-room all the men would fall over each other in the scramble to make her comfortable, and all the women would offer her tea and ask her if she felt the draught.
The Signora looked about, expecting to see her son.
"Marcello has not come in," said Folco, understanding.

"He seems to have gone for a long walk." "I hope he has put on his thick boots," answered the Signora, in a thoughtful tone.

"It is very wet." She asked why Folco was not with him shooting, and was told that there were no birds in such weather.

She had never understood the winds, nor the points of the compass, nor why one should see the new moon in the west instead of in the east.

Very few women do, but those who live much with men generally end by picking up a few useful expressions, a little phrase-book of jargon terms with which men are quite satisfied.