He recognised them, having seen them together in church the day before, when his father had preached the sermon.

The old man wore a rusty silk hat, cocked a little to one side, a high stock collar, black cutaway coat, breeches and gaiters of grey cord.

He stooped as he walked, with his hands behind him and his walking-stick dangling like a tail--a very positive old fellow, to look at.

The girl's face Taffy could not see; it was hidden by the brim of her Leghorn hat.
The pair passed close under the window.

Taffy heard a knock at the door below, and ran to the head of the stairs.