Mr. Haye drunk his cold cupful.
"You're very fond of her, Lizzie, aren't you?"
"No," said Elizabeth. "I don't think I am."
"Not fond of her!" said Mr. Haye in a very surprised tone.
"No," said Elizabeth, — "I don't think I am."
"I thought you were," said her father, in a voice that spoke both chagrin and displeasure.
"What made you think so?"
"You always seemed fond of her," said Mr. Haye.
"I can't have seemed so, for I never was so. There isn't enough of her to be fond of. I talk to her, and like her after a fashion, because she is the only person near me that I can talk to — that's all."
"I am fond of her," said Mr. Haye.