Yet the old virago evidently spoke from a broad background of experience.

Peter watched the old virago close the door and then sat down to his breakfast.

The Serjeant disappeared promptly, but the old virago caught a glimpse of his retreating figure.

The old virago gave a sniff, tossed her head, but kept her eyes rolled suspiciously on Peter.

"If I were you I would see my sister in spite of all the old viragos in Exeter," said Mrs. Trevelyan.