She carried in her hand a tray, with a slice of toast crumbled fine, and a half-filled cup of coffee, and an egg broken open, but not eaten.

Her ebony face grinned complacently as she shut the door softly and said, "Good morning." The landlady began to talk to her.
"You are not going to leave her really, Ayah, are you ?" she said.

"The maids say so; but I'm sure you wouldn't do such a thing." The Mozambiquer grinned.
"Husband says I must go home." "But she hasn't got any one else, and won't have any one else.

Come, now," said the landlady, "I've no time to be sitting always in a sickroom, not if I was paid anything for it." The Mozambiquer only showed her white teeth good-naturedly for answer, and went out, and the landlady followed her.
Gregory, glad to be alone, watched the sunshine as it came over the fuchsias in the window, and ran up and down on the panelled door in the corner.

The Mozambiquer had closed it loosely behind her, and presently something touched it inside.