There were no roses on it, but the soothing perfume of the leaves came into the room.

Sylvia sat quite still for a while.

Then she got up and went into the sitting-room with her mouth set hard.
When Rose had returned she had greeted her as usual, and in reply to her question where Uncle Henry was, said she guessed he must be at Mr.Meeks's; there's where he generally was when he wasn't at home.
It did not occur to Sylvia that she was lying, not even when, later in the afternoon, Horace came home, and she answered his question as to her husband's whereabouts in the same manner.

She had resolved upon Sidney Meeks's as a synonyme for the shoe-shop.

She knew herself that when she said Mr.Meeks's she in reality meant the shoe-shop.
She did not worry about others not having the same comprehension as herself.