“Do you mean that I am never to speak of Hugh?”

“No, I by no means intend that; but I would rather that you should not refer to his feelings toward me.  I think he did not quite understand the sort of life that I led while my husband was alive, and that he judged me amiss.  Therefore I would have by-gones be by-gones.”

Three or four days after this, when the question of leaving Clavering Park was being mooted, the elder sister started a difficulty as to money matters.  An offer had been made to her by Mrs. Clavering to remain at the great house, but this she had declined, alleging that the place would be distasteful to her after her husband’s death.  She, poor soul! did not allege that it had been made distasteful to her forever by the solitude which she had endured there during her husband’s lifetime!  She would go away somewhere, and live as best she might upon her jointure.  It was not very much, but it would be sufficient.  She did not see, she said, how she could live with her sister, because she did not wish to be dependent.  Julia, of course, would live in a style to which she could make no pretence.

Mrs. Clavering, who was present, as was also Lady Ongar, declared that she saw no such difficulty.  “Sisters together,” she said, “need hardly think of a difference in such matters.”

Then it was that Lady Ongar first spoke to either of them of her half-formed resolution about her money, and then too, for the first time, did she come down altogether from that high horse on which she had been, as it were, compelled to mount herself while in Mrs. Clavering’s presence.  “I think I must explain,” said she, “something of what I mean to do—­about my money, that is.  I do not think that there will be much difference between me and Hermy in that respect.”

“That is nonsense,” said her sister, fretfully.

“There will be a difference in income, certainly,” said Mrs. Clavering, “but I do not see that that need create any uncomfortable feeling.”

“Only one doesn’t like to be dependent,” said Hermione.

“You shall not be asked to give up any of your independence,” said Julia, with a smile—­a melancholy smile, that gave but little sign of pleasantness within.  Then, on a sudden, her face became stern and hard.  “The fact is,” she said, “I do not intend to keep Lord Ongar’s money.”

“Not to keep your income!” said Hermione.

“No; I will give it back to them—­or at least the greater part of it.  Why should I keep it?”

“It is your own,” said Mrs. Clavering.

“Yes, legally it is my own.  I know that.  And when there was some question whether it should not be disputed, I would have fought for it to the last shilling.  Somebody—­I suppose it was the lawyer—­wanted to keep from me the place in Surrey.  I told them that then I would not abandon my right to an inch of it.  But they yielded, and now I have given them back the house.”