Her manner, in spite of herself, cooled towards them.
She did not think of the third woman, who was married, except to ply her with cake and tea and inquire for her husband and children.

The woman, after she had finished her cake and tea, sat sunken in her corsets, under her loosely fitting black silk, and looked stupidly amiable.

She rose with a slight sigh of relief when at last the others made a motion to go.

She thought of her supper at home, and the children long out of school.

It was past supper-time for Banbridge.