’Thankyou，Iamnottiredyet，’saidClara，notchangingthefixedglanceofnationalwrathwithwhichsheregardedherwoodenSiseraassheheldherhammeronhigh。
’ButIam。There；wewillrestforamoment。’DalrymplewasawarethatMrsDobbsBroughton，thoughshewasveryassiduousinpilingherfagots，neverpiledthemforlongtogether。Ifhedidnotmakehasteshewouldbebackuponthembeforehecouldgethiswordspoken。Whenheputdownhisbrush，andgotupfromhischair，andstretchedouthisarmasamandoeswhenheceasesforamomentfromhiswork，Claraofcoursegotupalso，andseatedherself。Shewasusedtoherturbanandherdrapery，andthereforethoughtofitnotatall；andhealsowasusedtoit，seeingherinittwoorthreetimesaweek；butnowthatheintendedtoaccomplishaspecialpurpose，theturbananddraperyseemedtobeintheway。’Idosohopeyouwilllikethepicture，’hesaid，ashewasthinkingofthis。
’Idon’tthinkIshall。Butyouwillunderstandthatitisnaturalthatagirlshouldnotlikeherselfinsuchaportraitureasthat。’
’Idon’tknowwhy。Icanunderstandthatyouspeciallyshouldnotlikethepicture；butIthinkthatmostwomeninLondoninyourplacewouldatanyratesaythattheydid。’
’Areyouangrywithme？’