And will you go up, Clary?
I turned my face to her: my officious tears would needs plead for me: I
could not just then speak, and stood still.
Good girl, distress me not thus!--Dear, good girl, do not thus distress
me! holding out her hand; but standing still likewise.
What can I do, Madam?--What can I do?
Go in again, my child--Go in again, my dear child!--repeated she; and
let your father find you together.
What, Madam, to give him hope?--To give hope to Mr. Solmes?
Obstinate, perverse, undutiful Clarissa! with a rejecting hand, and
angry aspect; then take your own way, and go up!--But stir not down
again, I charge you, without leave, or till your father's pleasure be
known concerning you.
She flung away from me with high indignation: and I went up with a very
heavy heart; and feet as slow as my heart was heavy.
***
My father is come home, and my brother with him. Late as it is, they are
all shut up together. Not a door opens; not a soul stirs. Hannah, as she
moves up and down, is shunned as a person infected.
***
The angry assembly is broken up. My two uncles and my aunt Hervey are
sent for, it seems, to be here in the morning to breakfast. I shall
then, I suppose, know my doom. 'Tis past eleven, and I am ordered not to
go to bed.