Now there, for example," warming to the subject, "that woman to whom you bowed just now, the middle-aged one in blue cloth.
Some Mrs.Smith or Pratt, probably.

A homely woman, but there is a distinction in her face, a certain surety of good breeding, which is lacking in the heavy-jawed English royalties." "Yes; that is a friend of mine," said Watts.
"She is a Mrs.Waldeaux from Wier, in Delaware.

You could hardly call her a typical American woman.

Old French emigre family.

Probably better blood than the Coburgs a few generations back.