Perhaps he was struck with compunction by her weary white face--by her silent lighting of his candle, for he made her a thousand apologies.
"'Pon my honor, Aunt Hilary, I'll never keep you up so late again.
Poor dear auntie, how tired she looks!" and he kissed her affectionately.

"But if you were a young fellow, and got among other young fellows, and they over-persuaded you." "You should learn to say, No." "Ah"-- with a sigh--"so I ought, if I were as good as my Aunt Hilary.".