"And now it's a bargain.
Shake hands, -- and come let's go down and have some tea.

-- Doll, I hope your tea is good to-night, for Mr.Landholm is far from well.

Sit down -- I wish your brother had the other place." That tea was a refreshment.

It was served in the little back room of the first floor, which had very much the seeming of being Mrs.Nettley's cooking room too.

The appointments were on no higher scale of pretension than Mrs.Forriner's, yet they gave a far higher impression of the people that used them; why, belongs to the private mystery of cups and saucers and chairs, which have an odd obstinate way of their own of telling the truth.