My Hannah, Madam, listens not--My Hannah--

No more in Hannah's behalf--Hannah is known to make mischief--Hannah

is known--But no more of that bold intermeddler--'Tis true your father

threatened to confine you to your chamber, if you complied not, in order

the more assuredly to deprive you of the opportunity of corresponding

with those who harden your heart against his will. He bid me tell you

so, when he went out, if I found you refractory. But I was loth to

deliver so harsh a declaration; being still in hope that you would come

down to us in a compliant temper. Hannah has overheard this, I suppose;

and has told you of it; as also, that he declared he would break your

heart, rather than you should break his. And I now assure you, that you

will be confined, and prohibited making teasing appeals to any of us:

and we shall see who is to submit, you to us, or every body to you.

Again I offered to clear Hannah, and to lay the latter part of the

intelligence to my sister's echo, Betty Barnes, who had boasted of it to

another servant: but I was again bid to be silent on that head. I

should soon find, my mother was pleased to say, that others could be as

determined as I was obstinate: and once for all would add, that since

she saw that I built upon her indulgence, and was indifferent about

involving her in contentions with my father, she would now assure me,

that she was as much determined against Mr. Lovelace, and for Mr. Solmes

and the family schemes, as any body; and would not refuse her consent to

any measures that should be thought necessary to reduce a stubborn child

to her duty.

I was ready to sink. She was so good as to lend me her arm to support

me.

And this, said I, is all I have to hope for from my Mamma?

It is. But, Clary, this one further opportunity I give you--Go in again

to Mr. Solmes, and behave discreetly to him; and let your father find

you together, upon civil terms at least.

My feet moved [of themselves, I think] farther from the parlour where he

was, and towards the stairs; and there I stopped and paused.

If, proceeded she, you are determined to stand in defiance of us

all--then indeed you may go up to your chamber (as you are ready to

do)--And God help you!

God help me, indeed! for I cannot give hope of what I cannot intend--But

let me have your prayers, my dear Mamma!--Those shall have mine, who

have brought me into all this distress.

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