You don't see it all.

If you did, you would not wonder that I should be sore." Beatrice did not quite see it all; but she saw enough of it to know that Mary was to be pitied; so, instead of scolding her friend for being cross, she threw her arms round her and kissed her affectionately.
But the doctor all this time suffered much more than his niece did.
He could not complain out loudly; he could not aver that his pet lamb had been ill treated; he could not even have the pleasure of openly quarrelling with Lady Arabella; but not the less did he feel it to be most cruel that Mary should have to live before the world as an outcast, because it had pleased Frank Gresham to fall in love with her.
But his bitterness was not chiefly against Frank.

That Frank had been very foolish he could not but acknowledge; but it was a kind of folly for which the doctor was able to find excuse.

For Lady Arabella's cold propriety he could find no excuse.
With the squire he had spoken no word on the subject up to this period of which we are now writing.

With her ladyship he had never spoken on it since that day when she had told him that Mary was to come no more to Greshamsbury.