"Why?"
"You remember, nobody was to use it but me."
A curious recollection of the time when it was given and of the feeling, half condescending, half haughty, with which it had been given, came over Elizabeth; and for a moment or two she was a little confused. Whether Winthrop recollected it too or whether he had a mischievous mind that she should, he said presently,
"And what's become of your horse, Miss Elizabeth?"
"He's very well," she said. "At least — I don't know I am sure how he is, for he is up in the country."
Winthrop rose at the instant to greet Mr. Herder, and Elizabeth did not know whether the smile on his lips was for him or at her.
"Ah! Wint'rop," said the new-comer, "how do you do! I thought you would not come here wiz me this morning?"
"I thought not too, sir."
"How did you come? Miss Elisabet' did make you."
"Miss Elizabeth's father."