"A queer-looking old person in a great bonnet.

I happened to be walking through the village, and she stopped the fly to ask me the way to the Court, and I remember wondering who she could possibly be.

I suppose it was she whom you met there." "What, was it _you_ she asked ?" exclaimed Austin, opening his eyes.
"She told us the driver didn't know the way, and that she'd enquired--oh dear, oh dear, how funny!" "What's funny ?" demanded Aunt Charlotte, abruptly.
"Oh, never mind, I can't tell you, and it doesn't matter in the least," said Austin, beginning to giggle.

"Only I shouldn't have known it was you from her description." "Why, what did she say ?" Aunt Charlotte was getting suspicious.
"My dear auntie, she didn't know who you were, of course," replied Austin, "and she bore high testimony to the respectability of your appearance, that's all.

Only it's so funny to think it was you.