Amazon.com description: Product Description: "[...]keep my own banking account. And to-morrow or the next day I set out for Woodbury." The Inspector turned to Aunt Emma with a demonstrative smile. "There, you see for yourself," he said, well pleased, "what this interview has done for her!" But Aunt Emma only drew back, wrung her hands again in impotent despair, and stared at him blankly like a wounded creature. The Inspector took up his hat to leave. I followed him out to the door, and shook hands with him cordially. The burden felt lighter on my shoulders already. For four long years that mystery had haunted me day and night, as a thing impenetrable, incomprehensible, not even to be inquired about. The mere sense that I might now begin to ask what it meant seemed to make it immediately less awful and less burdensome to me. When I returned to the drawing-room, Aunt Emma sat there on the sofa, crying silently, the very picture of misery. "Una," she said, without even raising her eyes to mine, "the man may have done as he says: he may have restored you your mind again; but what's that to me? He's lost me my child, my darling, my daughter!" I stooped down and kissed her. Dear, tender-hearted auntie! she had always been very good to me. But I knew I was right, for all that, in becoming a woman,—in asserting my years, my independence, my freedom, my duty. To have shirked it any longer would have been sheer cowardice. So I just kissed her silently, and went up to my own room—to put on my brown hat, and go out to the banker's.[...]".