W. Pett Ridge

“ A man who had been one of Wetherell's comrades stood in a doorway, watching him curiously, and Wetherell, noticing this, changed his intention, and walked along by their side for a space. He looked back in a nervous way over his shoulder as he went, and growled in an undertone to himself. Presently, he left them suddenly, and went off, without another word, through a by-street.
"Who's he?" demanded Dorothy.
"Only a man," replied Mord Em'ly.
"I guessed that. What's he got to do with you? I don't like his style."
"He's got rather a queer manner about him," said Mord Em'ly, half excusingly. ”

“ Our clients are all rather superior; in fact, there's a lady waiting now to see a country girl, whose husband, I may tell you in confidence, is on the vestry, and gets his name in the local paper week after week. Very well, then! She wouldn't care to rub shoulders with a woman that keeps an eating-house, would she? You see my meaning?"
"I asked you what you had got a call for," pointed out Mord Em'ly, "but you didn't answer." ”

“ Dorothy Lane shook hands, and said that if the lady who wanted to see her was not there, they wouldn't catch her (Dorothy) kicking her heels half the day, and this she was prepared, upon provocation, to tell them. Obviously, Dorothy was a valuable young woman, and one not unaware that her services were in demand. The spectacled lady brought out a mild young matron, and the other ladies-in-waiting peered nervously through the half-opened door of the waiting-room. ”