Mrs. Davis gave a scornful sniff . A pretty manse , indeed , where roosters paraded the halls and stared people out of countenance . `` Shoo , there , '' commanded Mrs. Davis , poking her flounced , changeable-silk parasol at him . Adam shooed . He was a wise rooster and Mrs. Davis had wrung the necks of so many roosters with her own fair hands in the course of her fifty years that an air of the executioner seemed to hang around her . Adam scuttled through the hall as the minister came in . Mr. Meredith still wore slippers and dressing gown , and his dark hair still fell in uncared-for locks over his high brow . But he looked the gentleman he was ; and Mrs. Alec Davis , in her silk dress and beplumed bonnet , and kid gloves and gold chain looked the vulgar , coarse-souled woman she was . Each felt the antagonisn of the other 's personality . Mr. Meredith shrank , but Mrs. Davis girded up her loins for the fray . She had come to the manse to propose a certain thing to the minister and she meant to lose no time in proposing it . She was going to do him a favour -- a great favour -- and the sooner he was made aware of it the better . She had been thinking about it all summer and had come to a decision at last . This was all that mattered , Mrs. Davis thought . When she decided a thing it WAS decided . Nobody else had any say in the matter . That had always been her attitude . When she had made her mind up to marry Alec Davis she had married him and that was the end to it . Alec had never known how it happened , but what odds ? So in this case -- Mrs. Davis had arranged everything to her own satisfaction .
Now it only remained XXXXX inform Mr. Meredith .
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