Baron Dangloss was quite an old friend, if one were to judge by the manner in which he greeted the young man.

The lady in grey smiled so sweetly and nodded so blithely, that Tullis, instead of presenting King to her as he had done to the Countess Marlanx and others, merely said: "And you know one another, of course." Whereupon she flushed very prettily and felt constrained to avoid Truxton's look of inquiry.

He did not lose his wits, but vowed acquiescence and assumed that he knew.
As a result of the combined supplications of the entire party, the old woman grudgingly consented to take them into her hovel, where, in exchange for small pieces of silver, she would undertake certain manifestations in necromancy.
Truxton King, scarcely able to believe his good fortune, crowded into the loathsome, squalid room with his aristocratic companions, managing, with considerable skill, to keep close beside his charming friend.

They stood back while the others crowded up to the table where the hag occupied herself with the crystal ball.
Never had Truxton looked upon a creature who so thoroughly vindicated the life-long reliance he had put in the description of witches given by the fairy-tale tellers of his earliest youth.

She had the traditional hook-nose and peaked chin, the glittering eyes, the thousand wrinkles and the toothless gums.