their air and gait as well as by their features; in the tallest of the trio I at once recognised Mr. Hunsden; he was in the act of lifting his hat to Frances; afterwards, he made a grimace at me, and passed on.
"Who is he?"
"A person I knew in England."
"Why did he bow to me? He does not know me."
"Yes he does know you, in his way."
"How, monsieur?" (she still called me "monsieur;" I could not persuade her to adopt any more familiar term.)
"Did you not read the expression of his eyes?"
"Of his eyes? No. What did they say?"
"To you they said, 'How do you do, Wilhelmina Crimsworth?' To me, 'So you have found your counterpart at last; there she sits, the female of your kind!"
"Monsieur, you could not read all that in his eyes; he was so soon gone."
