Never a vista that you looked down but what you saw a ghostly pair, walking along side by side.

Not arm in arm, you know.

The man has his hands in his pockets, and walks a few feet off the woman.

They never speak to one another--I think I don't go too far in saying that.

I have met them and overtaken them, and come sharp round corners on to them, but I never heard them speak to one another.