He was a portly young man, pinched in by tight light-coloured garments.

She was a lady rather past her first youth, but very handsome still, who floated about, leaving a general impression of pseudo-Greek draperies, gleaming arms and shoulders, sparkling jewellery, and equally sparkling smiles.
These smiles seemed to fall just as redundantly upon the family physician, whom by a rare favour--for so, I suppose, it must have been--she was honouring with a visit, as if worthy Dr.Jessop were the noblest in the land.

He, poor man, was all bows and scrapes and pretty speeches, in the which came more than the usual amount of references to the time which had made his fortune, the day when Her Majesty Queen Charlotte had done him the honour to be graciously taken ill in passing through Norton Bury.

Mrs.Jessop seemed to wear her honours as hostess to an earl's daughter very calmly indeed.

She performed the ordinary courtesies, and then went over to talk with Mr.Brithwood.