The Monarch of Mincing Lane #260445

When two young people stare persistently at nothing, look morose, and keep near each other without uttering a word, they are lovers and have fallen out. His companion, who had now sat down at the opposite side of the window, had apparently, like himself been out riding. She still wore her habit, and her hat lay beside his on the table behind them. In fact, they had just returned from a canter in the Row, where, it is presumable, the quarrel had arisen.