THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. 'What is she in?'
MRS. MICKLEHAM. 'A new astrakhan jacket he gave her, with Venus
sleeves.'
THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. 'Has she sold her gabardine coat?'
MRS. MICKLEHAM. 'Not her! She has them both at the theatre, warm night
though it is. She's wearing the astrakhan, and carrying the gabardine,
flung careless-like over her arm.'
THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. 'I saw her strutting about with him yesterday,
looking as if she thought the two of them made a procession.'
MRS. TWYMLEY. 'Hsh!' peeping, 'Strike me dead, if she's not coming
mincing down the stair, hooked on his arm!'
Indeed it is thus that Mrs. Dowey enters. Perhaps she had seen shadows
lurking on the blind, and at once hooked on to Kenneth to impress the
visitors. She is quite capable of it.
Now we see what Kenneth saw that afternoon five days ago when he emerged
from the bathroom and found the old trembler awaiting his inspection.
Here are the muff and the gloves and the chiffon, and such a kind old
bonnet that it makes you laugh at once; I don't know how to describe it,
but it is trimmed with a kiss, as bonnets should be when the wearer is
old and frail.
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