Every letter she wrote to Bartles seemed to her despatched on a longer journey than the one before; her paramount interests were fading, fading; she could not exert herself to think of a thousand matters which used to have the power to keep her active all day long.

The chapel-plans were hidden away; she durst not go to the place where they would have met her eye.
She suffered in her pride.

On landing at Naples, she had imagined that her position among the Spences and their friends would not be greatly different from that she had held at Bartles.

They were not "religious" people; all the more must they respect her, feeling rebuked in her presence.

The chapel project would enhance her importance.