She seemed utterly unaware of him; she was talking to the basket-seller, gesturing towards one of the baskets. The marketplace was loud, and it was only possible -- even as close as Joseph was -- to catch snatches of conversation. "... waterproof," she was saying, "then -- " And it was lost again.
In the end she wrote down a receipt, and some deal or another was made between them both. When Miss Howard swept on, it was to pick up a parcel already wrapped for her wrapped in paper at the book seller's, and this she tucked under her arm. She hesitated, then, and reached out for another book -- it was an old tome, as they all were except for things like stacks of fresh Bibles, and she opened it up to peruse. She looked contemplative, and then annoyed, which moved freshly into irritated, and was seen haggling with the seller for a few moments before money changed hands once again and the book that had obviously annoyed her so much was hers.