MRS. DE MULLIN
(meekly)
Do you think so, Harriet?
MRS. CLOUSTON
Quite remarkably. This Mr. Brown, for instance. He has the most enormous feet! And his boots! I’ve never seen such boots!
HESTER
(flushing)
We needn’t sneer if Mr. Brown doesn’t wear fine clothes, Aunt Harriet.
MRS. CLOUSTON
Of course not Hester. Still, I think he goes to the opposite extreme. And he really is quite abnormally plain. Then there was that Mr. Snood, who was curate when I was down last year. The man with the very red hands. (These acid comments are too much for Hester, who flounces out angrily. Mrs. Clouston looks up for a moment, wondering what is the meaning of this sudden disappearance. Then continues unmoved.) I’m afraid the clergy aren’t what they were in our young days, Jane.