Sometimes it was Aunt Rebecca's turn to slam the door, and leave the field to her adversary.
Sometimes, indeed, Aunt Becky thought she had actually finished the exhausting campaign, when her artillery had flamed and thundered over the prostrate enemy for a full half hour unanswered; but when, at the close of the cannonade she marched up, with drums beating and colours flying, to occupy the position and fortify her victory, she found, much to her mortification, that the foe had only, as it were, lain down to let her shrapnels and canister fly over, and the advance was arrested with the old volley and hurrah.

And there they were--not an inch gained--peppering away at one another as briskly as ever, with the work to begin all over again.
'You think I have neither eyes nor understanding; but I can see, young lady, as well as another; ay, Madam, I've eyes, and some experience too, and 'tis my simple duty to my brother, and to the name I bear, not to mention _you_, niece, to prevent, if my influence or authority can do it, the commission of a folly which, I can't but suspect, may possibly be meditated, and which, even you, niece, would live very quickly to repent.' Gertrude did not answer; she only looked a little doubtfully at her aunt, with a gaze of deep, uneasy enquiry.

That sort of insinuation seemed to disconcert her.

But she did not challenge her aunt to define her meaning, and the attack was soon renewed at another point.
When Gertrude walked down to the town, to the King's House, or even to see Lily, at this side of the bridge, Dominick, the footman, was ordered to trudge after her--a sort of state she had never used in her little neighbourly rambles--and Gertrude knew that her aunt catechised that confidential retainer daily.

Under this sort of management, the haughty girl winced and fretted, and finally sulked, grew taciturn and sarcastic, and shut herself up altogether within the precincts of Belmont..