"No, thank you," said Rosa; "I have one;" and she produced it, and studied it, yet managed to look furtively at the company.
There were not above a dozen private persons visible from where Rosa sat; perhaps as many more in the whole room.

They were easily distinguishable by their cleanly appearance: the dealers, male or female, were more or less rusty, greasy, dirty, aquiline.

Not even the amateurs were brightly dressed; that fundamental error was confined to Mesdames Cole and Staines.

The experienced, however wealthy, do not hunt bargains in silk and satin.
The auctioneer called "Lot 7.

Four saucepans, two trays, a kettle, a bootjack, and a towel-horse." These were put up at two shillings, and speedily knocked down for five to a fat old woman in a greasy velvet jacket; blind industry had sewed bugles on it, not artfully, but agriculturally.
"The lady on the left!" said the auctioneer to his clerk.