There came a heavy footstep; a large, stout woman of about sixty towered above him.
He looked up at her from the pavement.

She had a rather severe face.
She admitted him into the parlour, which opened on to the street.

It was a small, stuffy, defunct room, of mahogany, and deathly enlargements of photographs of departed people done in carbon.

Mrs.Radford left him.
She was stately, almost martial.

In a moment Clara appeared.