Did she faint like this at the earliest opportunity people would allow her no chance of earning her living.

Where was that fine independent life upon which, outside Borhedden Farm, she had resolved?
And these people, her aunts, the young man, the thin spectacled man, what would they think of her?
They would name it affectation, perhaps, and imagine that she had acted in such a way that she might gain their interest and sympathy.
Such a thought sent the colour flaming to her cheeks; she sat up on the sofa.

She would go to them at once and show them that she was perfectly strong and well.
The door opened and Aunt Elizabeth came in, very gently as though she were going to steal something.

She was, Maggie saw now, so little as to be almost deformed, with a soft pale face, lined and wrinkled, and blue watery eyes.

She wore a black silk wrapper over her shoulders, and soft black slippers.