The woman stared open-mouthed and said nothing.

Marigold came forward to relieve Betty of her burden, but she waved him imperiously away, passed him and, opening the car-door, threw the bag at my feet.

Not one of the rough crowd moved a foot or uttered a sound, save a baby in arms two doors off, who cut the silence with a sickly wail and was immediately hushed by its mother.

Betty turned to the attendant Marigold.
"You can drive me home." She sat by my side.

Marigold took the wheel in front and drove on.