Let Clara go to Mrs.Tubbs.

You'll never have any peace till she does, I can see that.

Why shouldn't she go, after all?
She's seventeen; if she can't respect herself now, she never will, and there's no help for it.
Tell John to let her go.' There was bitterness in the tone with which he gave this advice; he threw out his hands impatiently, and then flung himself back, so that the cranky chair creaked and tottered.
'An' if 'arm comes to her, what then ?' returned Mrs.Hewett plaintively.

'We know well enough why Mrs.Tubbs wants her; it's only because she's good-lookin', an' she'll bring more people to the bar.
John knows that, an' it makes him wild.

Mind what I'm tellin' you, Sidney; if any 'arm comes to that girl, her father'll go out of his 'ead.