"I should have thought you would have been glad of a morning at home,
Clarissa," she repeated.
"Not such a fine morning as this, Sophy. It would be such a pity for baby
to lose the sunshine; and I have really nothing to do."
"If I had known a little sooner that you were going, I would have gone with
you," said Miss Granger.
Clarissa's countenance fell. She could not help that little troubled look,
which told Miss Granger that her society would not have been welcome.
"You would have had no objection to my coming with you, I suppose?" the
fair Sophia said sharply. "Baby is not quite a monopoly."
"Of course not. If you'll put on your things now, Sophia, I'll wait for
you."
It was a hard thing for Clarissa to make the offer, when she had been
waiting so anxiously for this opportunity of seeing her brother. To be
in the same city with him, and not see him, was more painful than to be
divided from him by half the earth, as she had been. It was harder still to
have to plot and plan and stoop to falsehood in order to compass a meeting.
But she remembered the stern cold look in her husband's face when she had
spoken of Austin, and she could not bring herself to degrade her brother
by entreating Daniel Granger's indulgence for his past misdeeds, or Daniel
Granger's interest in his future fortunes.
Happily Sophia had made elaborate preparations for the Gothic texts, and
was not inclined to waste so much trouble.
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