So they had lived quietly then, their woman's live, with no man in the house. Now and then Miss Jenny had urged Narcissa
to marry again. But the other had refused, quietly, and they had gone on so for years, the 2 of them and the child. Then, one evening a
week ago, Narcissa had a man for supper. He was bald, young, a Jew, with a Phi Beta Kappa key on his watch chain. But it
was not the Jew that Miss Jenny saw first, recognized first. She had not seen him at all until she was wheeled into the supper table.
Then the man spoke to her, and she [shot?] back and erect in her chair like a cobra rears to strike. "Narcissa," she said,
"What is this Yankee doing here?"