Yes, she could live without going to Greshamsbury; but for some time she had but a poor life of it.

She felt, nay, almost heard, that every man and woman, boy and girl, in the village was telling his and her neighbour that Mary Thorne no longer went to the house because of Lady Arabella and the young squire.
But Beatrice, of course, came to her.

What was she to say to Beatrice?
The truth! Nay, but it is not always so easy to say the truth, even to one's dearest friends.
"But you'll come up now he has gone ?" said Beatrice.
"No, indeed," said Mary; "that would hardly be pleasant to Lady Arabella, nor to me either.

No, Trichy, dearest; my visits to dear old Greshamsbury are done, done, done: perhaps in some twenty years' time I may be walking down the lawn with your brother, and discussing our childish days--that is, always, if the then Mrs Gresham shall have invited me." "How can Frank have been so wrong, so unkind, so cruel ?" said Beatrice.
This, however, was a light in which Miss Thorne did not take any pleasure in discussing the matter.

Her ideas of Frank's fault, and unkindness, and cruelty, were doubtless different from those of his sister.