He felt that the public eye was upon them and that it twinkled.

His gaze wandered from mother to daughter.
"What are you staring at ?" demanded Miss Kybird, pertly.
"I was thinking how well you are looking," was the reply.
Miss Kybird smiled.

She had hoisted some daring colours, but she was of a bold type and carried them fairly well.
"If I 'ad the woman what made this dress 'ere," gasped Mrs.Kybird, as she stopped with her hand on her side, "I'd give her a bit o' my mind." "I never saw you look so well in anything before, ma," said her daughter.
Mrs.Kybird smiled faintly and continued her pilgrimage.

Jem Hardy coming up rapidly behind composed his amused features and stepped into the road to pass.
"Halloa, Hardy," said Nugent.

"Going home ?" "I am calling on your sister," said Hardy, bowing.
"By Jove, so are we," said Nugent, relieved to find this friend in need.
"We'll go together.