The Vicar frowned and looked puzzled.
Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys wore a low-necked gown! It was a shock; but it passed.

She was wonderfully pretty, all admitted, in her gown of a rich amber satin draped with delicate folds of black lace; around her white throat a diamond necklace glistened.

How well I can remember her as she stood there toying with a button of her glove! And how mean and dowdy we all looked beside this glittering vision! The Honourable Frederic Augustus Hythe Goodwyn-Sandys meanwhile stared at us all calmly but firmly through his eye-glass.

I saw young Horatio Saunders meet that gaze and sink into his carpet slippers.

I saw Mr.Moggridge frown terribly, and cross his arms.
Sam Buzza came forward-- "Ah, how d'ye do?
How d'ye do, Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys?
Looking round for the governor?
He's been in bed for a week." I think we all envied Samuel Buzza at this moment.
"Ah, nothing serious, I hope ?" drawled Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys.
"Serious, ha, ha! Haven't you heard--" "Sam, dear!" expostulated Mrs.Buzza.
"All right, mother.