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.
I was moving to go up—
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?