When I arrived downstairs all over again I discovered Mrs. Mercer sitting at the fireplace. She was an aged garrulous lady, a pawnbroker's widow, who gathered utilized stamps for a few pious goal. I had to endure the gossip with the tea table. The meal was prolonged over and above an hour or so and even now my uncle didn't arrive. Mrs. Mercer stood nearly go: she was sorry she could not wait around any longer, but it was right after 8 o'clock and she didn't like to be out late because the…