She loved to recognise their various characteristics, to place them in their true light, give them their own surroundings, settle them for ever as they passed before her along the path to the church.

She knew them, they were finished, sealed and stamped and finished with, for her.

There was none that had anything unknown, unresolved, until the Criches themselves began to appear.

Then her interest was piqued.

Here was something not quite so preconcluded.
There came the mother, Mrs Crich, with her eldest son Gerald.