ABSTRACT
Miss Cardrew sat on the Chesterfield and levelled her spectacles at each separate feature of Priscilla’s face. Her feet dangled six inches from the ground as she sat on the sofa. She did not want a footstool, she explained to Priscilla, except when Mr. Momerie was at home. In a gentleman’s presence a woman should be a creature without legs. Even a hen has the decency to conceal one of hers when possible.
