"Yes, papa; I am fond of him; but not like that. I did not expect that he would think of me in that way."
"But why shouldn't he think of you? It would be a very good marriage for you, as far as money is concerned."
"You would not have me marry any one for that reason;—would you, papa?"
"But you seemed to like him. Well; of course I can't make you like him. I meant to do for the best; and when he came to me as he did, I thought he was behaving very handsomely, and very much like a gentleman."
"I am sure he would do that."
"And if I could have thought that this place would be your home when I am gone, it would have made me very happy;—very happy."
She now came and stood close to him and took his hand. "I hope, papa, you do not make yourself uneasy about me. I shall do very well. I'm sure you can't want me to go away and leave you."
"How will you do very well? I'm sure I don't know. And if your aunt Winterfield means to provide for you, it would only be kind in her to let me know it, so that I might not have the anxiety always on my mind."
Clara knew well enough what was to be the disposition of her aunt's property, but she could not tell her father of that now. She almost felt that it was her duty to do so, but she could not bring herself to do it. She could only beg him not to be anxious on her behalf, making vague assurances that she would do very well. "And you are determined not to change your mind about Will?" he said at last.
"I shall not change my mind about that, papa, certainly," she answered. Then he turned away from her, and she saw that he was displeased.