Her aunt had given way to her, and of course had conquered her.
Late on the Tuesday evening, after ten o'clock, Hugh Stanbury was walking round the Close with his aunt's old servant.

He had not put up at that dreadfully radical establishment of which Miss Stanbury was so much afraid, but had taken a bed-room at the Railway Inn.

From there he had walked up to the Close with Martha, and now was having a few last words with her before he would allow her to return to the house.
"I suppose she'd as soon see the devil as see me," said Hugh.
"If you speak in that way, Mr.Hugh, I won't listen to you." "And yet I did everything I could to please her; and I don't think any boy ever loved an old woman better than I did her." "That was while she used to send you cakes, and ham, and jam to school, Mr.Hugh." "Of course it was, and while she sent me flannel waistcoats to Oxford.

But when I didn't care any longer for cakes or flannel then she got tired of me.

It is much better as it is, if she'll only be good to Dorothy." "She never was bad to anybody, Mr.Hugh.But I don't think an old lady like her ever takes to a young woman as she does to a young man, if only he'll let her have a little more of her own way than you would.