The encounter was not on their part, for they noticed her no more than if she had been the housemaid; not from intentional loftiness, but simply because as yet, professionally, they didn't know how to fraternise, as I could imagine they would have liked--or at least that the Major would.

They couldn't talk about the omnibus--they always walked; and they didn't know what else to try--she wasn't interested in good trains or cheap claret.

Besides, they must have felt--in the air--that she was amused at them, secretly derisive of their ever knowing how.

She wasn't a person to conceal the limits of her faith if she had had a chance to show them.

On the other hand Mrs.Monarch didn't think her tidy; for why else did she take pains to say to me--it was going out of the way, for Mrs.Monarch--that she didn't like dirty women?
One day when my young lady happened to be present with my other sitters--she even dropped in, when it was convenient, for a chat--I asked her to be so good as to lend a hand in getting tea, a service with which she was familiar and which was one of a class that, living as I did in a small way, with slender domestic resources, I often appealed to my models to render.