"Say," he replied, "we got to have 'em.

Soon's I set my eyes on that lady I said: 'She's a finger-bowl lady.'" "'Finger-bowl lady' be hanged, Jim, we don't--" Ingolby protested, but Jim waved him down.
"Say," he said decisively, "she'll ask for them finger-bowls--she'll ask for 'em, and what'd I do if we hadn't got 'em." She did ask for them; and henceforth the West said of any woman who put on airs and wanted what she wasn't born to: "She's a finger-bowl lady." It was Jim who opened the door to Jethro Fawe, and his first glance was one of prejudice.

His quick perception saw that the Romany wore clothes not natural to him.

He felt the artificial element, the quality of disguise.

He was prepared to turn the visitor away, no matter what he wanted, but Ingolby's card handed to him by the Romany made him pause.
He had never known his master give a card like that more than once or twice in the years they had been together.