She was so furious that when Bennet unexpectedly walked in at the front door, it was both a relief and an invitation to an unconsidered speech. "Bennet, this is intolerable!" She exclaimed, her hands gesticulating wildly. "They treat me like a child or a... an irreponsible person! Do I actually have a part in your home or am I just a..... a furniture that is expected to sit at a particular position once I'm dropped there?
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Bennet said, looking at her curiously. "That's an odd way of greeting Clara," he teased, trying to calm her down a bit. "Being away from home doesn't mean I've forgotten you. Do not worry, you'll definitely get used to my occasional absence."
She knew that he was only trying to make her calm down. Yet, she was too angry to consider that the hall was not the place for such a scene.
"That is not the problem" she cried, insistently. "I want to know if I have any authority at all in your home."
