"Why you've had me in the house a great while, already," said
Rose.
"I have had —" said Elizabeth. — "I wonder if I shall ever have anything again!"
"Why what have you lost?"
"Everything — except myself."
"You have a great respect for Mr. Haye," said Rose.
"I had."
Rose at this point thought fit to burst into a great fit of tears. Elizabeth stood by the table, taking up and putting down one book after another, as if the touch of them gave her fingers pain; and looking as if, as she said, she had lost everything. Then stood with folded arms eyeing something that was not before her; and then slowly walked out of the room.
"Lizzie —" said Rose.
"What?" said Elizabeth stopping at the door.
"What's the use of taking things so?"