In fact, she seemed used to it, for she stood quietly with her arms folded, apparently waiting till we both of us thought fit to subside.
Poor Mrs Hudson was no match for this sort of battle.

She lost her control, and expressed herself of things in general, and the female in particular, with a fluency which quite astonished me, and I did my little best to back her up.

In the midst of our joint address a gentleman appeared on the scene, whom I correctly divined to be Mr Ladislaw himself.
Mr Ladislaw was a short, dapper man, in rather seedy clothes, with long sandy hair brushed right back over the top of his head, and no hair at all on his face.

He might have been thirty, or he might have been fifty.

His eyes were very small and close together; his brow was stern, and his mouth a good deal pulled down at the corners.