Mrs.Grail talked with pleasant continuousness, as usual.

She had fallen upon reminiscences, and spoke of Lambeth as she had known it when a girl; it was her birthplace, and through life she had never strayed far away.

She regarded the growth of population, the crowding of mean houses where open spaces used to be, the whole change of times in fact, as deplorable.

One would have fancied from her descriptions that the Lambeth of sixty years ago was a delightful rustic village.
After tea Thyrza resumed the low chair and folded her hands, full of contentment.

Mrs.Grail took the tea-things from the room and was absent about a quarter of an hour.