"Do you not go nowhere?" said the naturalist as if a thought had struck him. "What is de reason that I do not meet you at Mr. Haye's no more?"
"I go almost nowhere, sir."
"You are wrong," said the naturalist. "You are not right. Dere is more will miss you than me; and there is somebody there who wants you to take care of her."
"I hope you are mistaken, sir."
"She wants somebody to take care of her," said Mr. Herder; "and I do not know nobody so good as you. I am serious. She is just as afraid as ever one should take care of her, and poor thing she wants it all the more. She will not let your brother do it neizer."
"Do you think he is trying, Mr. Herder?" Winthrop said coolly.
"I believe he would be too glad! he looks at her so hard as he can; but she will not look at the tops of his fingers. She does not know what she shall do wiz herself, she is so mad wiz her father's new wife."
"What has she been doing?" Winthrop asked.
"Who, Rose? — she has not done nozing, but to marry Elisabet's father, and for that she never will forgive her. I am sorry — he was foolish man. — Wint'rop, you must not shut yourself up here — you will be directly rich — you must find yourself a wife next thing."
"Why should a lawyer have a wife any more than a philosopher?" said Winthrop.