u drive me too far! You
have had some place in my heart, but I warn you it is in
danger. -- If you care for it, I warn you! -- "

She was gone, like a flash; and Mr. Haye after casting a sort
of scared look behind him at his wife, went off too; probably
thinking he had got enough for one morning.

No doubt Elizabeth felt so for her part. She had gone to her
own room, where she put herself on a low seat by the window
and sat with labouring breath and heaving bosom, and the fire
in her heart and in her eyes glowing still, though she looked
now as if it were more likely to consume herself than anybody
else. If herself was not present to her thoughts, they were
busy with nothing then present; but the fire burned.

While she sat there, Clam came in, now one of the smartest of
gay-turbaned handmaidens, and began an elaborate dusting of
the apartment. She began at the door, and by the time she had
worked round to Elizabeth at the window, she had made by many
times a more careful survey of her mistress than of any piece
of furniture in the room. Elizabeth's head had drooped; and
her eyes were looking, not vacantly, but with no object in
view, out of the window.

"I guess you want my friend here just now, Miss 'Lizabeth,"
said Clam, her lips parting just enough to show the line of
white between them.

"Whom do you mean by your friend?"

"O -- Governor Landholm, to be sure -- he used to fix everybody
straight whenever he come home to Wuttle Quttle."

Elizabeth passed over the implication that she wanted
'fixing,' and asked, "How? --"

"_I_ don' know. He used to put 'em all in order, in less'n no
time," said Clam, going over and over the dressing-table with
her duster, as that piece of furniture kept her near her
mistress. "Mis' Landholm used to get her face straight the
minute his two feet sounded outside the house, and she'd keep
it up as long as he stayed; and Winifred stopped to be queer
and behaved like a Christian; and nobody else in the house
hadn't a chance to take airs but himself."

"What sort of airs did _he_ take?" said Elizabeth.

"O I don' know," said Clam; -- "_his_ sort; -- they wa'n't like
nobody else's sort."

"But what do you mean by airs?"

"Can't tell," said Clam, -- "nothin' like yours, Miss
'Lizabeth, -- I take a notion to wish he was here, once in a
while -- it wouldn't do some folks no harm."

"Didn't his coming put you in order too?"

Clam gave a little toss of her head, infinitely k