Leading me to his principal shop, we passed through it and down a passage to a sitting-room heavily furnished with solid horsehair-seated chairs and a sofa.

In the exact centre of this sofa, reading by the light of a lamp with a pink shade which was placed on a table behind her, sat a prim grey-haired woman dressed in a black silk dress and apron and a lace cap with lappets.

I noticed at once that the right lappet was larger than the left.

Evidently it had been made so with the design of hiding a patch of affected skin below the ear, which looked to me as though it had been caused by the malady called lupus.
I noticed further that the little woman was reading an anti-vaccination tract with a fearful picture of a diseased arm upon its cover.
"Martha," said Mr.Strong, "Dr.Therne, whom they're trying at the court yonder, has come in for supper.

Dr.Therne, that's my wife." Mrs.Strong rose and offered her hand.