"It is very kind of you, and very pleasant to me; but aren't you wanted at home?"
"I don't think I am wanted, Miss Haye, — at least I am sure my brother is very glad to have me do anything for Mr. Landholm, or for you, I am sure; — if I can."
Elizabeth's eye flashed; but then in an instant she called herself a fool, and in the same breath wondered why it should be, that Winthrop's benevolence must put him in the way of giving her so much pain.
"Who fills your place at home, while you are taking care of me here, Mrs. Nettley?"
"I don't suppose any of 'em can just do that," said the good lady with a little bit of a laugh at the idea.
"Well, is there any one to take care of your house and your brother?"
"Mr. Landholm — he said he'd see to it."
"Mr. Landholm! —"
"He promised he'd take care of George and the house as well. —
I dare say they don't manage much amiss."
"But who takes care of Mr. Landholm?"