She was not used to this type, and felt that there was something hard and low about it all.

She feared that the young boys about would address such remarks to her-boys who, beside Drouet, seemed uncouth and ridiculous.

She made the average feminine distinction between clothes, putting worth, goodness, and distinction in a dress suit, and leaving all the unlovely qualities and those beneath notice in overalls and jumper.
She was glad when the short half hour was over and the wheels began to whirr again.

Though wearied, she would be inconspicuous.

This illusion ended when another young man passed along the aisle and poked her indifferently in the ribs with his thumb.