"The use of necessity."
"But we can be just as we were before."
Elizabeth went on and gained her own room; and there she and pain had a fight that lasted the rest of the day.
The fight was not over, and weary traces of it were upon her face, when late in the afternoon she went out to try the change of a walk. The walk made no change whatever. As she was coming up the Parade, she was met by Winthrop going down. If he had seen only the gravity and reserve of the morning, it is probable he would not have stopped to speak to her; but though those were in her face still, there was beside a weary set of the brow and sorrowful line of the lips, very unwonted there, and the cheeks were pale; and instead of passing with a mere bow he came up and offered his hand. Elizabeth took it, but without the least brightening of face.
"Are you out for a walk?" said he.
"No — I am for home — I have had a walk."
"It is a very fine afternoon," said he, turning and beginning to walk along slowly with her.
"Is it?"
"Haven't you found out that it is?"
"No."