One thing was clear.

There must be no bringing them into the contest.

Christian saw that, and with a strong effort of self-control she said to Miss Gascoigne, "I think, before we discuss this matter, the children had better leave the room.

Go, Atty and Titia; your aunts and I will send word to the nursery by-and-by." The children went obediently, though Christian heard Arthur whisper to his sister something about "such a jolly row ?" But there was none.
Miss Gascoigne burst forth into a perfect torrent of words directed not to Mrs.Grey, but at her, involving such insinuations, such accusations, that Christian, who had never been used to this kind of things stood literally astounded.
She answered not a word; she could not trust herself to speak.

She had meant so kindly: was so innocent of any feeling save a wish to be good and motherly to these motherless children.