He was becoming a tea-taster.

The merit of warmth pertained to the beverage.

'I think you get your tea from Scoppin's, in the City,' he said.
That was the warehouse for Mrs.Warwick's tea.

They conversed of Teas; the black, the green, the mixtures; each thinking of the attack to come, and the defence.

Meantime, the cut bread and butter having flown, Redwerth attacked the loaf.