tea shop

A year before he had similarly arrived with news of the Boston Tea Party.

But at the instant I caught a sight of my counterfeit presentment in a shop window, and veiled my haughty crest.

Being quieted by the Captain with a draught of cold tea, and made to sit down, the examination of the book proceeded.

Then a fat, untidy old man appeared in the doorway of a cubicle within the shop, and Edwin Clayhanger blushed.

Afterwards we saw you once or twice at tea at the Ritz, and you took off your hat, so you must have remembered then.

Janet might have said before leaving: "Tea had better not wait too long--Hilda has to be down at Clayhanger's at half-past six."