"But Emma said she thought she was dying?"
"So she did. I don't know whether she is right or not."
"Dying! — is she!" said Rose with a little scream.
"I don't know. I hope not, so soon as she thinks. She is no worse to-night."
"But what are you going to do?"
"Nothing — more than I have done."
"But are you going to stay here?"
"Stay here, Rose! —"
"Yes — I mean — who's going to take care of her? And isn't she your cook?"
A curious quick gleam of a laugh passed over Elizabeth's face; it settled graver than before.