Well, then, she must train herself.
She would close doors, turn out lights, put things back where she found them, mend her clothes, keep accounts.

Indeed a new life was beginning for her.

She felt, with a sudden return to the days before her walk on the moor, that if only her aunts would love her she would improve much more rapidly.

And then with her new independence she assured herself that if they did not love her she most certainly would not love them ...
That night she sat opposite her aunt beside the fire.

The house lay dead and empty behind them.