For the present, these village people affected her like figures in poetry or drama.

She saw them with the eye of the imagination through a medium provided by Socialist discussion, or by certain phases of modern art; and the little scene of Mrs.Hurd's tea-party took for her in an instant the dramatic zest and glamour.
"Look here, Mrs.Jellison," she said, going up to her; "I was just going to leave these apples for your grandson.

Perhaps you'll take them, now you're here.

They're quite sweet, though they look green.

They're the best we've got, the gardener says." "Oh, they are, are they ?" said Mrs.Jellison, composedly, looking up at her.