She curtseyed reverentially to Vance, as she passed by him; doubtless under the impression that he was a second doctor of divinity, even greater and more learned than the first.

He stared in return straight over her head, with small unwinking eyes, his cheeks turning slowly from deep red to dense purple.

Mrs.Peckover shuddered inwardly, under the conviction that she had insulted a dignitary, who was hoisted up on some clerical elevation, too tremendous to be curtseyed to by such a social atom as a clown's wife.
Mrs.Joyce had to call three times to her daughters before she could get them to the luncheon-table.

If she had possessed Valentine's eye for the picturesque and beautiful, she would certainly have been incapable of disturbing the group which her third summons broke up.
In the center stood the deaf and dumb child, dressed in a white frock, with a little silk mantilla over it, made from a cast-off garment belonging to one of the ladies of the circus.

She wore a plain straw hat, ornamented with a morsel of narrow white ribbon, and tied under the chin with the same material.