‘And you made up your mind to that last night?’

’It is at any rate made up to that now.  Come I shall have to go without my breakfast if I do not eat it at once.  Will you have your tea now, or wait and take it comfortably when I am gone?’

Captain Aylmer breakfasted with her, and took her to the station, and saw her off with all possible courtesy and attention, and then he walked back by himself to his own great house in Perivale.  Not a word more had been said between him and Clara as to their engagement, and he recognized it as a fact that he was no longer bound to her as her future husband.  Indeed, he had no power of not recognizing the fact, so decided had been her language, and so imperious her manner It had been of no avail that he had said that the engagement should stand.  She had told him that her voice was to be the more potential, and he had felt that it was so.  Well might it not be best for him that it should be so?  He had kept his promise to his aunt, and bad done all that lay in his power to make Clara Amedroz his wife.  If she chose to rebel against her own good fortune simply because he spoke to her a few words which seemed to him to be fitting, might it not be well for him to take her at her word?

Such were his first thoughts; but as the day wore on with him, something more generous in his nature came to his aid, and something also that was akin to real love.  Now that she was no longer his own, he again felt a desire to have her.  Now that there would be again something to be done in winning her, he was again stirred by a man’s desire to do that something.  He ought not to have told her of the promise.  He was aware that what he had said on that point had been dropped by him accidentally, and that Clara’s resolution after that had not been unnatural.  He would, therefore, give her another chance, and resolved before he went to bed that night that he would allow a fortnight to pass away, and would then write to her, renewing his offer with all the strongest declarations of affection which he would be enabled to make.

Clara on her way home was not well satisfied with herself or with her position.  She had had great joy, during the few hours of joy which had been hers, in thinking of the comfort which her news would give to her father.  He would be released from all further trouble on her account by the tidings which she would convey to him by the tidings which she had intended to convey to him.  But now the story which she would have to tell would by no means be comfortable.  She would have to explain to him that her aunt had left no provision for her, and that would be the beginning and the end of her story.  As for those conversations about the fifteen hundred pounds of them she would say nothing.  When she reflected on what had taken place between herself and Captain Aylmer she was more resolved than ever that she would not touch any portion of that money or of any money that should come from him.  Nor would she tell her father anything of the marriage engagement which had been made on one day and unmade on the next.  Why should she add to his distress by showing him what good things might have been hers had she only had the wit to keep them?  No; she would tell her father simply of the will, and then comfort him in his affliction as best she might.