She did not expect Von Rosen to be much edified by Miss Bessy Dicky's report.
She had her own opinion of Miss Bessy Dicky, of her sleeves, of her gown, and her report, but she had faith in the truly decorative features of the occasion when they should be underway, and she had immense faith in Mrs.Sarah Joy Snyder.

She was relieved when Miss Bessy Dicky sat down, and endeavoured to compose her knees, which by this time were trembling like her hands, and also to assume an expression as if she had done nothing at all, and nobody was looking at her.

That last because of the fact that she had done so little, and nobody was looking at her rendered her rather pathetic.
Miss Bessy Dicky did not glance at the minister, but she, nevertheless, saw him.

She had never had a lover, and here was the hero of her dreams.

He would never know it and nobody else would ever know it, and no harm would be done except very possibly, by and by, a laceration of the emotions of an elderly maiden, and afterwards a life-long scar.