(Though, indeed, from Mrs.
Wilcox's account of the matter, it was impossible to tell which was the lining and which was the cloud.) The more she thought of it the more she felt that there was nothing in it.

There must be some misunderstanding somewhere.

Her optimism, rooted in ignorance, and watered with vanity, had become a sort of hardy perennial.
Then it came to Mrs.Wilcox's knowledge that certain reflections had been made on her daughter's conduct.

Mrs.Nevill Tyson was said to be making good use of her liberty.

No names had been mentioned in Mrs.Wilcox's hearing, but she knew perfectly well what had given rise to these ridiculous reports.