"Oh, indeed;--so early as that." What was she to say next? Will, who had not touched his coffee, and who was sitting stiffly at the table as though he were bound in duty not to move, was becoming more and more grim every moment. She almost repented that she had asked him to remain with them. Certainly there was no comfort in his company, either to them or to himself. "How long shall you remain in town, Will, before you go down to Plaistow?" she asked. "One day," he replied. "Give my kind love,--my very kindest love to Mary. I wish I knew her. I wish I could think that I might soon know her." "You'll never know her," said Belton. The tone of his voice was actually savage as he spoke;--so much so that Aylmer turned in his chair to look at him, and Clara did not dare to answer him. But now that he had been made to speak, it seemed that he was determined to persevere. "How should you ever know her? Nothing will ever bring you into Norfolk, and nothing will ever take her out of it." "I don't quite see why either of those assertions should be made." "Nevertheless they're both true. Had you ever meant to come to Norfolk you would have come now." He had not even asked her to come, having arranged with his sister that in their existing circumstances any such asking would not be a kindness; and yet he rebuked her now for not coming! "My mother is very anxious that Miss Amedroz should pay her a visit at Aylmer Park," said the Captain. "And she's going to Aylmer Park, so your mother's anxiety need not disturb her any longer." "Come, Will, don't be out of temper with us," said Clara. "It is our last night together. We, who are so dear to each other, ought not to quarrel." "I'm not quarrelling with you," said he. "I can hardly suppose that Mr. Belton wants to quarrel with me," said Captain Aylmer, smiling. "I'm sure he does not," said Clara. Belton sat silent, with his eyes fixed upon the table, and with a dark frown upon his brow. He did long to quarrel with Captain Aylmer; but was still anxious, if it might be possible, to save himself from what he knew would be a transgression. "To use a phrase common with us down in Yorkshire," said Aylmer, "I should say that Mr. Belton had got out of bed the wrong side this morning." "What the d---- does it matter to you, sir, what side I got out of bed?" said Will, clenching both his fists. Oh;--if he might only have been allowed to have a round of five minutes with Aylmer, he would have been restored to good temper for that night, let the subsequent results have been what they might. He moved his feet impatiently on the floor, as though he were longing to kick something; and then he pushed his coffee-cup away from him, upsetting half the contents upon the table, and knocking down a wine-glass, which was broken. "Will;--Will!" said Clara, looking at him with imploring eyes. "Then he shouldn't talk to me about getting out of bed on the wrong side. I didn't say anything to him."