"Certainly I have. It's partly for your own sake I object to your disgracing yourself. As if your sister Charlotte wasn't disgrace enough."
Aunt Lavvy drew herself up stiff and straight in her white shawl like a martyr in her flame. "You might keep Charlotte out of it, I think."
"I might. Charlotte can't help herself. You can."
At this point Mamma burst into tears and left the room.
"Now," he said, "I hope you're satisfied."
Mary answered him.
"I think you ought to be, Papa, if you've been bullying Aunt Lavvy for thirty-three years. Don't you think it's about time you stopped?"
Emilius stared at his daughter. His face flushed slowly. "I think," he said, "it's time you went to bed."
"It isn't my bed-time for another hour yet."
(A low murmur from Aunt Lavvy: "Don't, Mary, don't.")