When you were all trotting back again, under your umbrellas, did you (in particular) notice an ill-tempered fellow standing in the road, and getting a good look at you, on the high footpath above him ?" Emily smiled, in spite of herself.

"I don't remember it," she said.
"You wore a brown jacket which fitted you as if you had been born in it--and you had the smartest little straw hat I ever saw on a woman's head.

It was the first time I ever noticed such things.

I think I could paint a portrait of the boots you wore (mud included), from memory alone.

That was the impression you produced on me.