CHAPTER XVI.
LOVE AND TRUE LOVE.
"A very plain stiff Quaker downstairs, Primrose, who demands to see thee alone. There is a sharp air about her. I think she must be one of those the madam spoke of who are importuning about repairs and want rents for nothing."
"To see me?" asked Primrose in surprise. "I have nothing to do with the houses."
"She would not allow her business was with anyone else. She does not look like one of the begging women with whom the city is overrun."
Primrose walked slowly down the wide staircase full of curiosity. Polly Wharton asked for her sometimes, and Anabella Morris.
The visitor had on the close hat with the big round crown that but few of the younger women wore, and rarely in black. Her gown was straight and plain, the long sleeves coming down over her ungloved hands, and a square of gray twilled silk crossed over her bosom. She did not stir until Primrose was well into the room and then she turned.
"Oh, Rachel!" was the surprised exclamation.