The grim dampness of the English climate was too rigorous for a life that needed sunshine.
Angela had nothing in common with either her brother or her sister.

She avoided them and they her.

They did not understand her: she understood them only too well! A nature that craved for sympathy and affection--as the frail so often do--was repulsed by those to whom affection was but a form, and sympathy a term of reproach.
She loved all that was beautiful, and, as so frequently happens in such natures as Angela's, she had an overwhelming pity for all that were unhappy.

To her God made the world beautiful: man was responsible for its hideousness.

From her heart she pitied mankind for abusing the gifts God had showered on them.
It was on her first home-coming since her mother's death that her attention was really drawn to her father's Irish possessions.
By a curious coincidence she returned home the clay following Wilberforce Kingsnorth's electrical speech, invoking Providence to interpose in the settlement of the Irish difficulty.