CHAPTER XVI.
A BRITISH MERCHANT.
Soon after four that afternoon, Davis's tumble-down cab might have been seen standing outside the gate of the Gray House.

Immediately afterwards the door was opened, and Mrs.Meadowsweet, in her rose-colored satin, with a black lace shawl, and a bonnet to match made her appearance.
She stepped into the cab, and was followed by Beatrice, Jane, the little maid, handing in after them a small band-box, which contained the cap trimmed with Honiton lace.
Mrs.Meadowsweet's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her good-humored eyes were shining with contentment and satisfaction.
"Oh, there's Mrs.Morris!" she said to Beatrice.

"I'd better tell her where we are going.

She's always so interested in the Manor folks.
Davis, stop the cab a minute! Call to him, Bee.

Da-vis!" The cap stopped, and Mrs.Morris, eager and bustling, drew nigh.
"How are you, dear ?" she said.