This time the answer she flashed at him was of proud and indignant bar to any further questioning — with her eyes only; her lips did not move.
"Does he know it, Elizabeth?"
"Know what, sir?"
"This favour you have expressed for him."
"I have expressed nothing but what I would express for any one to whom I thought it due."
"But I ask, does he know it?"
"I feel injured, father, by your asking me such questions! — I presume he does not know, since he has not had the honour of being told!"
The air with which this was given was regal.
"I wouldn't tell him, Lizzie," said her father quietly.
But at the insinuation conveyed in these words, Elizabeth's mood took another turn.