"But the morning comes also," she said.
Winthrop's eye went up to the top hinge of the blind, and down to the lower one, and up to the top again; busy and cool, it seemed to consider nothing but the hinges. Elizabeth struggled with herself again. She was mortified. But she could not let go the matter.
"Pray leave those things!" she said in another minute. "Come in, and take what is more necessary."
"When my work is done," said he. "Go in, Miss Elizabeth. Karen will give me something by and by."
Elizabeth turned; she could do nothing more in the way of persuasion. As she set her foot heavily on the door-step, she saw Clam standing in the little passage, her lips slightly parted in a satisfied bit of a smile. Elizabeth was vexed, proud, and vexed again, in as many successive quarter seconds. Her foot was heavy no longer.
"Have you nothing to do, Clam?"
"Lots," said the damsel.
"Why aren't you about it, then?"
"I was waitin' till you was about your'n, Miss 'Lizabeth. I like folks to be out o' my way."
"Do you! Take care and keep out of mine," said her mistress.
"What are you going to do now?"