"I'm sure, I've done nothing," — said Rose whimpering.
"Done nothing!" said Elizabeth with a concentrated power of expression. "Oh I wish you had done anything, before my father had lowered himself in my eyes and you had been the cause! —"
"I'm not the cause of anything," said Rose.
Elizabeth did not answer; she was crouching by the side of the chair in an uneasy position that said how far from ease the spirit was.
"And he hasn't lowered himself," Rose went on pouting.
"It is done!" — said Elizabeth, getting up from the floor and standing, not unlike a lightning-struck tree. — "I wonder what will become of me! —"
"What are you going to do?"
"I would find a way out of this house, if I knew how."
"That's easy enough," said Rose with a slight sneer. "There are plenty of ways."
"Easy enough, —if one could find the right one."