"Then why didn't you tell me!" said Elizabeth.
"I wasn't asked," said Winthrop smiling.
"Wint'rop comes to my room the nights," Mr. Herder went on, — "and he knows pretty well all what is in it, by this time. When he is tired himself wiz work at his books and his writings, he comes and gets rested wiz my stones and my preparations. If you will come there, Miss Elisabet', I will shew you crystals of quartz, and onyx, and all the kinds of chalcedony, and ozer things."
"And I too, Mr. Herder?" said Rose.
"Wiz pleasure, Miss Rose, — if you like."
"Mr. Herder," said the young lady, "don't you love everything very much?"
"I love you very much, Miss Rose," said the naturalist, turning his good-humoured handsome face full upon her, — "I do not know about everyzing."
"No, but I mean all animals and insects, and everything that lives?"
"I do not love everyzing that lives," said the naturalist smiling. "I do not love Mr. Heinfelt."
"Who is Mr. Heinfelt?" said Rose.