'I think it would be well if all single women were strangled by the
time they are thirty,' said Clara with a fierce energy which absolutely
frightened her aunt.

'Clara! how can you say anything so wicked so abominably wicked?'

'Anything would be better than being twitted in this way. How can I
help it that I am not a man and able to work for my bread? But I am not
above being a housemaid, and so Captain Aylmer shall find. I'd sooner
be a housemaid, with nothing but my wages, than take the money which
you say he is to give me. It will be of no use, aunt, for I shall not
take it.'

'It is I that am to leave it to you. It is not to be a present from
Frederic.'

'It is the same thing, aunt. He says you are to do it; and you told me
just now that it was to come out of his pocket.'

'I should have done it myself long ago, had you told me all the truth
about your father's affairs.'

'How was I to tell you? I would sooner have bitten my tongue out. But I
will tell you the truth now. If I had known that all this was to be
said to me about money, and that our poverty was to be talked over
between you and Captain Aylmer, I would not have come to Perivale. I
would rather that you should be angry with me and think that I had
forgotten you.'

'You would not say that, Clara, if you remembered that this will