She had little or none of that grace by which her sisters walked in the commonest cotton frocks as queens.

In childhood she had been noted for her carelessness in attire, and now obediently flaunted her husband's taste in bonnets.
Her headdress to-day had a dreadful coquettishness.

Dick had found it at Lincoln and called on the company to admire.

It consisted of three large mock water-lilies on a little mat of muslin, and was perched on her piled hair so high aloft that their gaze, as they scanned it, seemed to pass far over her head.

She longed to tear it down, cast it on the floor, and be the Sukey they knew.
The plate of cake and biscuits on the table gave the parlour a last funereal touch.