"Thank you — I don't wish for one."
"It was very vexatious in Rose to go and leave me!"
"There isn't another box for her if she had stayed," said
Winthrop.
"She would have me go out with her this afternoon to see her dressmaker, who lives just beyond here a little; and father had the horses. It was so pleasant an afternoon, I had no notion of a storm."
"There's a pretty good notion of a storm now," said Winthrop.
So there was, beyond a doubt; the rain was falling in floods, and the lightning and thunder, though not very near, were very unceasing. Elizabeth still felt awkward and uneasy, and did not know what to talk about. She never had talked much to Mr. Landholm; and his cool matter-of-fact way of answering her remarks, puzzled or baffled her.
"That child sitting there makes me very uncomfortable," she said presently.
"Why, Miss Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth hesitated, and then said she did not know.
"You don't like the verification of my setting forth of life," he said smiling.