She always took truth for granted until she had unequivocal evidence to the contrary.
"Very well," she said, kindly.

"Is that a nice book you have?
'Arabian Nights ?' Then sit and read it quietly till you go to bed.

Good-night, my dear." She kissed her, which was always a slight effort; it was hard work loving Titia, who was so cold and prim, and unchildlike, with so little responsiveness in her nature.
"I hope all is safe for today," thought Christian, anxiously, and determined to speak to Titia's father the first opportunity.

He was dining in hall today, and afterward they were to go to the long-delayed entertainment at the vice chancellor's, which was to inaugurate her entrance into Avonsbridge society.
Miss Gascoigne was full of it; and during all the time that the three ladies were dining together, she talked incessantly, so that, even had she wished, Mrs.Grey could not have got in a single word of inquiry concerning Miss Bennett.

She however, judged it best to wait quietly till the cloth was removed and Barker vanished.
Christian was not what is termed a "transparent" character; that is, she could "keep herself to herself," as the phrase is, better than most people.