She was aware of her husband approaching a long way off, and she could not help following him in the surging crowd in the midst of which he was moving.

She watched his progress towards the pavilion, saw him now responding condescendingly to an ingratiating bow, now exchanging friendly, nonchalant greetings with his equals, now assiduously trying to catch the eye of some great one of this world, and taking off his big round hat that squeezed the tips of his ears.

All these ways of his she knew, and all were hateful to her.