Based on her knowledge of her honest footing, it was a little defiant.

Secretly in her bosom it was sharpened to a slight hostility by the knowledge that her mind had been straying.

The guilt and the innocence combined to clothe her in mail, the innocence being positive, the guilt so vapoury.
But she was armed only if necessary, and there was no requirement for armour.

Emma did not question at all.

She saw the alteration in her Tony: she was too full of the tragic apprehensiveness, overmastering her to speak of trifles.