If she did she must find the situation rather trying.
Apparently Mrs.Nevill Tyson was so happily constituted that to her trying situations were a stimulant and a resource.

She prattled to Miss Batchelor about her new side-saddle, and her "friend, Captain Stanistreet"-- any subject that came uppermost and dragged another with it to the surface.
Miss Batchelor was very kind and sympathetic; she took an interest in the saddle; she assured Mrs.Nevill Tyson that Drayton Parva had been much concerned on her account; and she asked to see the baby.
The next instant she was sorry she had done so, for Tyson, who had continued to be charming, went out of the room when the baby came in.
The child was laid in Mrs.Nevill Tyson's lap, and she looked at it with a gay indifference.

"Isn't he a queer thing ?" said she.

"He isn't pretty a bit, so you needn't say so.

Nevill calls him a boiled shrimp, and a little rat.