"I was speaking to him about you yesterday," Mrs.
Winterfield said at last.
"That would not interest him very much." "Why not?
Do you suppose he is not interested in those I love?
Indeed, it did interest him; and he told me what I did not know before, and what you ought to have told me." Clara now blushed, she knew not why, and became agitated.

"I don't know that I have kept anything from you that I ought to have told," she said.
"He says that the provision made for you by your father has all been squandered." "If he used that word he has been very unkind," said Clara, angrily.
"I don't know what word he used, but he was not unkind at all; he never is.

I think he was very generous." "I do not want his generosity, aunt." "That is nonsense, my dear.

If he has told me the truth, what have you to depend on ?" "I don't want to depend on anything.

I hate hearing about it." "Clara, I wonder you can talk in that way.