The windows appeared to be untenanted, and Lionel withdrew his eyes and passed straightly on his way.

On his left hand was situated the shop of Mrs.Duff; its prints, its silk neckerchiefs, and its ribbons displayed in three parts of its bow-window.

The fourth part was devoted to more ignominious articles, huddled indiscriminately into a corner.

Children's Dutch dolls and black-lead, penny tale-books and square pink packets of cocoa, bottles of ink and india-rubber balls, side combs and papers of stationery, scented soap and Circassian cream (home made), tape, needles, pins, starch, bandoline, lavender-water, baking-powder, iron skewers, and a host of other articles too numerous to notice.

Nothing came amiss to Mrs.Duff.She patronised everything she thought she could turn a penny by.
"Your servant, sir," said she, dropping a curtsy as Lionel came up; for Mrs.Duff was standing at the door.
He merely nodded to her, and went on.