The shopman was altering the order.

Joan moved towards the door, and accidentally caught sight of Mrs.Phillips's face.

The flabby mouth was trembling.

A tear was running down the painted cheek.
Joan slipped her hand through the other's arm.
"I'm not so sure you're not right after all," she said, fixing a critical eye upon the rival suites.

"It is a bit mousey, that other." The order was once more corrected.