I guess it would be pleasanter." Barney turned away, blushing also as he stammered an assent.

Always keenly alive to the shame of the matter, it seemed as if his sense of it were for the moment intensified.

The minister's wife's whole nature seemed turned into a broadside of mirrors towards Rebecca's shame and misery, and it was as if the reflection was multiplied in Barney as he looked at her.
Still, he could not take the shame to his own nature as she could, being a woman.

He looked back furtively at the house as he went down the road, thinking he might catch a glimpse of poor Rebecca at the window.
But Rebecca kept herself well hid.

After William had hired the old Bennet house and established her there, she lived with curtains down and doors bolted.