A very extraordinary lady compleats this malicious group. She does not appear to have any Christian name, but by the gang is termed the Glove Woman, as she constantly wears cotton-mittens. Sir Archy dryly insinuates that she keeps her arms thus covered because she has got the itch. She is about 48 years of age, is above the middle height, and has a sharp face. On her chin and upper lip there is a considerable quantity of fine downy hair, and she is somewhat pockfretten. Always dressed in a common fawn-coloured Norwich gown, with a plain cream-coloured camblet shawl, and wears a chip hat covered with black silk. The glove woman is remarkable for her skill in managing the machine. She frequently goes abroad. The rest of the gang, but particularly Sir Archy, are constantly bantering and plucking at her, like a number of rooks at a strange jack-daw: she has never been known to speak.

you seem to me (dear), shall we
say, the quintessential socialite
sure you would not object -
face that has borne much
more hidden than you have to hide
still
still, when you are gone we can
think openly, and find something
meretricious.
there is less here
than you don't let on.
come on, come on, say it,
such a wonderful word :-
meretricious
come now, dear, you could roll the r
merrretricious, merrrrretricious,
such a wonderful word, i'm sure you
would agree, hah, had you the
the inclination, should the humour
ever take you,