She sat looking out of the open window into the duskiness, and at the yellow lights of the street lamps which by this time spotted it; thinking so, and feeling very miserable. By and by Clam came in with a candle and began to let down the blinds.
"What are you going to do?" said her mistress. "You needn't pull those down."
"Folks'll see in," said Clam.
"No they won't — there's no light here."
"There's goin' to be, though," said Clam. "Things is goin' straight in this house, as two folks can make 'em."
"I don't want anything — you may let the lamps alone, Clam."
"I dursn't," said Clam, going on leisurely to light the two large burners of the mantle lamps, — "Mr. Winthrop told me to get tea for you and do everything just as it was every night; so I knowed these had to be flarin' up — You ain't goin' to be allowed to sit in the shades no longer."
"I don't want anything!" said Elizabeth. "Don't bring any tea here."
"Then I'll go up and tell him his orders is contradickied," said Clam.
"Stop!" said her mistress when she had reached the door walking off, — "don't carry any foolish speech up stairs at such a time as this; — fetch what you like and do what you like, — I don't care."