He looked at Mme.

Giry, in her faded shawl, her worn shoes, her old taffeta dress and dingy bonnet.

It was quite evident from the manager's attitude, that he either did not know or could not remember having met Mme.

Giry, nor even little Giry, nor even "little Meg!" But Mme.

Giry's pride was so great that the celebrated box-keeper imagined that everybody knew her.
"Never heard of her!" the manager declared.