She’d left Garreth chiding Pep for having ordered something, called a Hetchins frame, for a bike that might have to be tossed in the Thames after a few hours’ use. Pep’s position, as she was closing the door behind her, was that it might not have to be tossed at all, and that "curly stays" were in any case a lovely thing. She saw Pep look at his fingernails, that gesture she associated with manicured men.