"Who?"
"Winthrop Landholm and Mr. Herder."
"Yes."
"Where are they?"
"Hush —"
For just then proceedings began, and Rose's tongue for a few minutes gave way in favour of her ears. And by the time she had found out that she could not make anything of what was going on, Mr. Herder had found his way to their side.
"Miss Elisabet'!" he said, — "and Mistress Haye! what has made you to come here to-day?"
"Mr. Satterthwaite wanted us to hear your favourite Mr. Landholm," said Rose, — "so I came. Lizzie didn't come for that."
Elizabeth shook hands with her friend smilingly, but said never a word as to why she was there.
"Winthrop is good to hear," said Mr. Herder, "when you can understand him. He knows how to speak. I can understand him — but I cannot understand Mr. Brick — I cannot make nozing of him when he speaks."