"Miss Amedroz should lay her commands upon him," said Sir Anthony gallantly.
"Nonsense," said Lady Aylmer.
"I have commands to lay upon him all the same," said Clara; "and if he will give me half an hour this morning he shall have them." To this Captain Aylmer, of course, assented,—as how could he escape from such assent,—and a regular appointment was made. Captain Aylmer and Miss Amedroz were to be closeted together in the little back drawing-room immediately after breakfast. Clara would willingly have avoided any such formality could she have done so compatibly with the exigencies of the occasion. She had been obliged to assert herself when Lady Aylmer had rebuked Sir Anthony, and then Lady Aylmer had determined that an air of business should be assumed. Clara, as she was marched off into the back drawing-room, followed by her lover with more sheep-like gait even than her own, felt strongly the absurdity and the wretchedness of her position. But she was determined to go through with her purpose.
"I am very sorry that I have to leave you so soon," said Captain Aylmer as soon as the door was shut and they were alone together.
"Perhaps it may be better as it is, Frederic; as in this way we shall all come to understand each other, and something will be settled."
"Well, yes; perhaps that will be best."
"Your mother has told me that she disapproves of our marriage."
"No; not that, I think. I don't think she can have quite said that."
"She says that you cannot marry while she is alive,—that is, that you cannot marry me because your income would not be sufficient."
"I certainly was speaking to her about my income."