"Does this make anything clear?" asked Winthrop, when some time had gone by without speech or movement from either of them.
He spoke lightly enough; but the answer was given in a tone that bespoke its truth.
"Oh no! —"
And Elizabeth's face was turned away so that he could see nothing but her bonnet, beside the tremulous swell of the throat; that he did see.
"It has very often such an effect for me," — he went on in the same tone. "And I often come here for the very purpose of trying it; when my head gets thick over law-papers."
"That may do for some things," said Elizabeth. "It won't for others."
"This would work well along with my mother's recipe," he said.
"What is that?" said Elizabeth harshly. "You didn't tell me."
"I am hardly fit to tell you," he answered, "for I do not thoroughly know it myself. But I know she would send you to the Bible, —and tell you of a hand that she trusts to do everything for her, and that she knows will do all things well, and kindly."
"But does that hinder disagreeables from being disagreeables?" said Elizabeth with some impatience of tone. "Does that hinder aches from being pain?"