"Yes, you _shall_.

You shall be professor of foreign languages in a Female College which I mean to have founded." Clara stared with astonishment, and then burst into a hearty fit of laughter, the two finishing the drying of her tears.

She was so far from wishing to be a strong-minded person of either gender, that she did not comprehend that her aunt could wish it for her, or could herself seriously claim to be one.

The talk about a professorship was in her estimation the wayward, humorous whim of an eccentric who was fond of solemn joking.

Mrs.
Stanley, meanwhile, could not see why her utterance should not be taken in earnest, and opened her eyes at Clara's merriment.
We must say a word or two concerning the past of this young lady.
Twenty-five years previous a New Yorker named Augustus Van Diemen, the brother of that Maria Jane Van Diemen now known to the world as Mrs.
Stanley, had migrated to California, set up in the hide business, and married by stealth the daughter of a wealthy Mexican named Pedro Munoz.
Munoz got into a Spanish Catholic rage at having a Yankee Protestant son-in-law, disowned and formally disinherited his child, and worried her husband into quitting the country.