She is a lost woman.

It is only a question of time now! "Clara! do you love me ?" There is a pause.

She shrinks from looking at him--she trembles with strange contradictory sensations of pleasure and pain.

His arm steals round her; he repeats his question in a whisper; his lips almost touch her little rosy ear as he says it again: "Do you love me ?" She closes her eyes faintly--she hears nothing but those words--feels nothing but his arm round her--forgets Mrs.Crayford's warning--forgets Richard Wardour himself--turns suddenly, with a loving woman's desperate disregard of everything but her love--nestles her head on his bosom, and answers him in that way, at last! He lifts the beautiful drooping head--their lips meet in their first kiss--they are both in heaven: it is Clara who brings them back to earth again with a start--it is Clara who says, "Oh! what have I done ?"--as usual, when it is too late.
Frank answers the question.
"You have made me happy, my angel.

Now, when I come back, I come back to make you my wife." She shudders.