"And what have you said to him?"
"Pray do not ask me these questions just now. I have got to think of it all;—to think what he did say and what I said."
"But you will tell me."
"Yes; I suppose so." Then Mrs. Askerton was silent on the subject for the remainder of the day, allowing Clara even to go to bed without another question. And nothing was asked on the following morning,—nothing till the usual time for the writing of letters.
"Shall you have anything for the post?" said Mrs. Askerton.
"There is plenty of time yet."
"Not too much if you mean to go out at all. Come, Clara, you had better write to him at once."
"Write to whom? I don't know that I have any letter to write at all." Then there was a pause. "As far as I can see," she said, "I may give up writing altogether for the future, unless some day you may care to hear from me."
"But you are not going away."
"Not just yet;—if you will keep me. To tell you the truth, Mrs. Askerton, I do not yet know where on earth to take myself."