"What do you think of life now, Miss Elizabeth?" he said, leaving his charge to eat her figs and coming again to the young lady's side.
"That isn't life," said Elizabeth.
"It seems without the one quarter of agreeableness," he said.
"But it's horrible, Mr. Winthrop! —"
He was silent, and looked at the girl, who sitting on her coal box was eating figs and biscuits with intense satisfaction.
"She is not a bad-looking child," said Elizabeth.
"She is a very good-looking child," said Winthrop; "at least her face has a great deal of intelligence; and I think, something more."
"What more?"
"Feeling, or capacity of feeling."
"I wish you had a seat, Mr. Landholm," said Elizabeth, looking round.