"Father! — What's the matter?"
"How dare you talk in that manner?"
"Why father," said Elizabeth, her tone somewhat quieting as his was roused, — "I never saw the thing yet I didn't dare say, if I thought it. Why shouldn't I?"
"Because it is not true — a word of it."
"I'm sure I wish it wasn't true," said Elizabeth. "What I said was true. It's a sorrowful truth to me, too, for I haven't a soul to talk to that can understand me — not even you, father, it seems."
"I wish I didn't understand you," said Mr. Haye.
"It's nothing very dreadful to understand," said Elizabeth, — "what I have been saying now. I wonder how you can think so much of it. I know you love Rose better than I do."
"I love her so well —" said Mr. Haye, and stopped.
"So well that what?"
"That I can hardly talk to you with temper."