She was fastidious.

She had rather prided herself upon having that reputation.
She had always regarded women who made themselves cheap with scorn.
The chase passed on, and Wentworth's arm slipped round her again.

"Now we are safe," he said.

"By Jove, dear, how I have schemed for this! It was really considerate of your worthy husband to absent himself." Again, gently but quite decidedly, she drew herself away.

"I think Freda is right," she said.