She felt certain that her mother, though she treated her with her usual tenderness, still felt surprised and disappointed by her conduct.
Maurice also, who had been always so patient, so indulgent, had gone away in trouble through her; he had reproached her, perhaps justly, and had given up for ever their old intimacy.

She was growing more and more miserable.

If ever, for a moment, she forgot her burden, some little incident was sure to occur which brought naturally to her lips the words, 'I wish Maurice were here;' and she would turn sick with the thought, 'He never will be here again, and it is my fault.' So the days went on till the Dightons left Paris.

They did so without any clear understanding having reached Lady Dighton's mind of the state of affairs between Maurice and Lucia.

All she actually knew was that Maurice had been obliged to go home unexpectedly, and that ever since he went Lucia had looked like a ghost.