So far in life she had always had her own way, and she would have it now.

All things considered, she thought that sulks would be her game.

So sulks it was.

To be carried on until the Vicar relented.
She sat up in her room till it was evening.

Twice during the day her aunt had come up, and the first time she had got rid of her under pretence of headache, but the second time she was forced in decency to admit her, and listen entirely unedified to a long discourse, proving, beyond power of contradiction, that it was the duty of every young Englishwoman to be guided entirely by her parents in the choice of a partner for life.