But, my dear Clara," he laid his arm upon her neck and kissed her, "I shall not let you quarrel with me.

I owe you too much, and I love you too well.

I am always your most faithful of servants." "No; till you are married--then--Oh, Arnold! Arnold!" A less strong-minded woman would have burst into tears.

Clara did not.
She got into her carriage and drove home.

She spent a miserable evening and a sleepless night.