He had a different way.

Without bluster, and without wheedling, he had the art of making those who were under his rule perfectly submissive; sooner or later they all came to fear him as a child does a spectre.

He had no misgivings about the peace of his household.
In the meantime Gertrude grew happier and more like herself, and Aunt Rebecca had her own theories about the real state of that young lady's affections, and her generally unsuspected relations with others.
Aunt Rebecca called at the Elms to see Lilias Walsingham, and sat down beside her on the sofa.
'Lily, child, you're not looking yourself.

I'll send you some drops.

You must positively nurse yourself.