But Winthrop neither endorsed nor denied her opinion; he said nothing about it; and Elizabeth was exceedingly mortified.
"If you wanted to rebuke me," she thought, "you could not have done it better. I suppose there is no rebuke so sharp as that one is obliged to administer to oneself. And your cool keeping silence is about as effectual a way of telling me that you have no interest in my concerns as even you could have devised."
Elizabeth's eyes must have swallowed the landscape whole, for they certainly took in no distinct part of it.
"How are you going to make yourself comfortable here?" said
Winthrop presently; — "these rooms are unfurnished."
She might have said that she did not expect to be comfortable anywhere; but she swallowed that too.
"I will go and see what I can do in the way of getting some furniture together," he went on. "I hope you will be able to find some way of taking rest in the mean time — though I confess I do not see how."
"Pray do not!" said Elizabeth starting up, and her whole manner and expression changing. "I am sure you are tired to death now."
"Not at all. I slept last night."
"How much? Pray do not go looking after anything! You will trouble me very much."
"I should be sorry to do that."