"Put those things away and hang 'em in their right places, there's a good girl, or it fusses Mr.Flushin'." To all of which Yarmouth merely replied, "Yes, ma'am." As they entered the long dining-room it was obvious that the day was still Sunday, although the mood was slightly abating.

The Flushings' table was set by the side in the window, so that Mrs.Flushing could scrutinise each figure as it entered, and her curiosity seemed to be intense.
"Old Mrs.Paley," she whispered as the wheeled chair slowly made its way through the door, Arthur pushing behind.

"Thornburys" came next.

"That nice woman," she nudged Rachel to look at Miss Allan.

"What's her name ?" The painted lady who always came in late, tripping into the room with a prepared smile as though she came out upon a stage, might well have quailed before Mrs.Flushing's stare, which expressed her steely hostility to the whole tribe of painted ladies.