text:  Your patience is exhausted and your curiosity driven to the highest pitch of anxiety; you make a desperate stride push by the old bonnet and look round with indignation to see what beldam had thus been between you and the "cynosure of neighbouring eyes:"--whew! 'tis the pretty young shop-girl that served you with your last pair of gloves and measured them so fascinatingly along your hand that your heart still palpitates with the electrical touch of her fingers