“That has nothing to do with it,” answered
the other.
“And nobody has any suspicion but what it is
honorably and fairly your own.”
“But does any body ever think how I got it?”
said Lady Ongar, turning sharply round upon Mrs. Clavering.
“You—you—you—do
you dare to tell me what you think of the way in which
it became mine? Could you bear it, if it had
become yours after such a fashion? I can not bear
it, and I will not.” She was now speaking
with so much violence that her sister was awed into
silence, and Mrs. Clavering herself found a difficulty
in answering her.
“Whatever may have been the past,” said
she, “the question now is how to do the best
for the future.”
“I had hoped,” continued Lady Ongar, without
noticing what was said to her, “I had hoped
to make every thing straight by giving his money to
another. You know to whom I mean, and so does
Hermy. I thought, when I returned, that, bad
as I had been, I might still do some good in the world.
But it is as they tell us in the sermons. One
can not make good come out of evil. I have done
evil, and nothing but evil has come out of the evil
which I have done. Nothing but evil will come
from it. As for being useful in the world, I
know of what use I am! When women hear how wretched
I have been, they will be unwilling to sell themselves
as I did.” Then she made her way to the
door and left the room, going out with quiet steps,
and closing the lock behind her with a sound.
“I did not know that she was such as that,”
said Mrs. Clavering.
“Nor did I. She has never spoken in that way
before.”
“Poor soul! Hermione, you see there are
those in the world whose sufferings are worse than
yours.”
“I don’t know,” said Lady Clavering.
“She never lost what I have lost—never.”
“She has lost what I am sure you will never
lose, her own self-esteem. But, Hermy, you should
be good to her. We must all be good to her.
Will it not be better that you should stay with us
for a while—both of you.”
“What! here at the park?”
“We will make room for you at the rectory, if
you would like it.”
“Oh no, I will go away. I shall be better
away. I suppose she will not be like that often,
will she?”
“She was much moved just now.”
“And what does she mean about her income?
She can not be in earnest.”
“She is in earnest now.”
“And can not it be prevented? Only think—it;
after all, she were to give up her jointure!
Mrs. Clavering, you do not think she is mad, do you?”
Mrs. Clavering said what she could to comfort the
elder and weaker sister on this subject, explaining
to her that the Courtons would not be at all likely
to take advantage of any wild generosity on the part
of Lady Ongar, and then she walked home across the
park, meditating on the character of the two sisters.
