often been angry with her; I was angry yesterday. How can she help her nature? How can we any of us help what we’re driven to in a world like this? Clara isn’t made to be one of those who slave to keep themselves alive. Just a chance of birth! Suppose she’d been the daughter of a rich man; then everything we now call a fault in her would either have been of no account or actually a virtue. Just because we haven’t money we may go to perdition, and comfortable people tell us we’ve only ourselves to blame. Put them in our place!’
Snowdon’s face had gone through various changes as Sidney flung out his vehement words. When he spoke, it was in a tone of some severity.
‘Has she no natural affection for her father? Does she care nothing for what trouble she brings him?’
Sidney did not reply at once; as he was about to speak, Snowdon bent forward suddenly and touched his arm.
‘Let me see her. Let me send Jane to
