He did not snub people: he cut the cord of mental communication with them and dropped them into space.

Emily thought this firmness and reserved dignity, and quailed before the thought of erring in such a manner as would cause him to so send her soul adrift.

Her greatest terror during the past months had been the fear of making him ridiculous, of putting him in some position which might annoy him by objectionable publicity.
But now she had no further fears, and could wait in safety and dwell in peace upon her memories and her hopes.

She even began to gain a kind of courage in her thoughts of him.
The atmosphere of the Berkeley Square mansion was good for her.

She had never felt so much its mistress before the staff of servants of whose existence she was the centre, who so plainly served her with careful pleasure, who considered her least wish or inclination as a royal command, increased her realisation of her security and power.