Through the general’s remarks Clara’s eyes were quickly opened; it appeared as if a thick veil had been thrown over them, which had suddenly been removed, and she wondered how she could have been so lamentably deceived. She looked upon her convent life, with its rigid rules, its senseless silence, its hours of solitude, its meagre fare, the cold and suffering uselessly endured, its unnatural vigils, its mockeries of religious observances, the cruelties she had seen practised, all tending to depress the spirits and lower the physical powers, with just abhorrence; and then a choking sensation came into her throat, and the colour rose to her cheeks as she thought of the abominable confessional, the questions asked her, and the answers she had had to give. She tried to shut them out from her thoughts. Could she ever be worthy of the pure, honest-minded, open-hearted, noble Harry?
On reaching their sitting-room at the inn, the general looked at Clara’s costume.
“I suppose, my dear child, that you would like to assume the ordinary dress of a young lady of the nineteenth century,” he said with a smile, “in lieu of those garments of the dark ages.”
A smile almost rose to Clara’s lips, though her cheeks were blushing and her eyes suffused with tears as she answered, “Yes, I should very much, and I must ask if you will be good enough to send them back to the convent, as they belong to the community, and I have no right to keep them.”
“With all imaginable pleasure,” exclaimed Mr Franklin; “and I am happy to say that I can assist you in procuring a desirable costume. I have a relative residing here who is much about your height and figure, and as she has some interest with the mantua-makers, I have no doubt that by to-morrow morning she will induce them to supply you with a travelling-dress and such other articles of apparel as you may require.”
Clara expressed her thankfulness, and added, “Pray let it be as simple as possible.”
“Oh yes, it shall be such as will become a quakeress if you wish it; I will lose no time about it,” said Mr Franklin, hurrying out of the room.
“Why, he has gone without taking anything to eat; he must be almost starving,” observed the general. “I know that I am; and, my dear, I am afraid that you must be hungry, unless you took a late luncheon.”
“We had dinner at ten, though I took but little,” answered Clara; “but we are accustomed to go a long time without food.”
“Your looks tell me that, my dear,” exclaimed the general, ringing the bell. “We must take more care of you in future than you have received lately. I never knew starving enable a person the better to go through the duties of life.”