But she was always right.

If I had followed her judgment, and subdued my spirits to the level of what she deemed proper, I should have escaped the greatest unhappiness I have ever known .-- We quarrelled .-- Do you remember the morning spent at Donwell ?--_There_ every little dissatisfaction that had occurred before came to a crisis.

I was late; I met her walking home by herself, and wanted to walk with her, but she would not suffer it.

She absolutely refused to allow me, which I then thought most unreasonable.

Now, however, I see nothing in it but a very natural and consistent degree of discretion.