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Florence was a dear old thing and her own daughter , but then she depended on Susan for her bread . Early on the following morning she was seen to put on her best and much-turned dress . She went to the shop and even committed the great extravagance of getting a new white widow 's front for her bonnet , and also a pair of new black silk gloves , and then she waited restlessly until the arrival of Mrs. Aylmer . Mrs. Aylmer arrived in state by a train which reached Dawlish about noon , and the other Mrs. Aylmer -- the poor one -- and her daughter Florence watched her from afar . `` There she is , '' said Mrs. Aylmer the less , as she might truly be called , `` there she is , Flo . She 's grown stouter than ever , she promises to be a very large woman in her old age ; and what a pompous way she does walk ! I do declare -- well , that beats everything -- she is walking to the hotel , not even taking a carriage .