Clara was angry with herself, and angry with all the world.  She knew that the old lady who was sitting then before her was very good; and that all this that had now been said had come from pure goodness, and a desire that strict duty might be done; and Clara was angry with herself in that she had not been more ready with her thanks and more demonstrative with her love and gratitude.  Mrs Winterfield was affectionate as well as good, and her niece’s coldness, as the niece well knew, had hurt her sorely.  But still what could Clara have done or said?  She told herself that it was beyond her power to burst out into loud praises of Captain Aylmer; and of such nature was the gratitude which Mrs Winterfield had desired.  She was not grateful to Captain Aylmer, and wanted nothing that was to come from his generosity.  And then her mind went away to that other portion of her aunt’s discourse.  Could it be possible that this man was in truth attached to her, and was repelled simply by her own manner?  She was aware that she had fallen into a habit of fighting with him, of sparring against him with words about indifferent things, and calling his conduct in question in a manner half playful and half serious.  Could it be the truth that she was thus robbing herself of that which would be to her as to herself she had frankly declared the one treasure which she would desire?  Twice, as has been said before, words had seemed to tremble on his lips which might have settled the question for her for ever; and on both occasions, as she knew, she herself had helped to laugh off the precious word that had been coming.  But had he been thoroughly in earnest in earnest as she would have him to be no laugh would have deterred him from his purpose.  Could she have laughed Will Belton out of his declaration?

At last the lips ceased to move, and she knew that her aunt was in truth asleep.  The poor old lady hardly ever slept at night; but nature, claiming something of its due, would give her rest such as this in her arm-chair by the fire-side.  They were sitting in a large double drawing-room upstairs, in which there were, as was customary with Mrs Winterfield in winter, two fires; and the candles were in the back-room, while the two ladies sat in that looking out into the street.  This Mrs Winterfield did to save her eyes from the candles, and yet to be within reach of light if it were wanted.  And Clara also sat motionless in the dark, careful not to disturb her aunt, and desirous of being with her when she should awake.  Captain Aylmer bad declared his purpose of being home early from the Mayor’s dinner, and the ladies were to wait for his arrival before tea was brought to them.  Clara was herself almost asleep when the door was opened, and Captain Aylmer entered the room.

‘H sh!’ she said, rising gently from her chair, and putting up her finger.  He saw her by the dull light of the fire, and closed the door without a sound.  Clara then crept into the back-room and he followed her with a noiseless step. ’ She did not sleep at all last night,’ said Clara; ’and now the unusual excitement of the day has fatigued her, and I think it is better not to wake her.’  The rooms were large, and they were able to place themselves at such a distance from the sleeper that their low words could hardly disturb her.