Then nobody came; not even the doctor or the clergyman.

The two ladies were of one mind on that point; it was convenient for them to ignore their trifling ailments, spiritual or bodily.

And as soon as they saw that the world renounced them they adopted a lofty tone and said to each other that they had renounced the world.

For they were proud, Mrs.Moon especially so.
Tollington Moon had married slightly, ever so slightly beneath him, the Moons again marking a faint descent from the standing of the Quinceys.
But the old lady had completely identified herself, not only with the Moons, but with the higher branch, which she always spoke of as "_my_ family." In fact she had worn her connection with the Quinceys as a feather in her cap so long that the feather had grown, as it were, into an entire bird of paradise.

And once a bird of paradise, always a bird of paradise, though it had turned on the world a somewhat dilapidated tail.
So the two lived on together; so they had always lived.