There was a rush to Elizabeth's heart, that his name and hers, in such a connection, should be named in the same day; but the colour started and the eyes flushed with tears, and she said nothing.
"What sort of 'work' do you suppose you are going to do?"
"I don't know. I shall find out, Rose, I hope, in time."
"I guess he can tell you, — if you were to ask him," said Rose meaningly.
Elizabeth sat a minute silent, with quickened breath.
"Rose," she said, leaning back into the room that she might see and be seen, — "look at me and listen to me."
Rose obeyed.
"Don't say that kind of thing to me again."
"One may say what one has a mind to, in a free land," said Rose pouting, — "and one needn't be commanded like a child or a servant. Don't I know you would never plague yourself with that old woman if she wasn't Winthrop's old nurse?"
Elizabeth rose and came near to her.