Now don't you go encouraging her to think herself lonely, and so on.

It's best for her to keep close to work, I'm sure of that.' 'Perhaps it is.' 'I'll think it over.' Mrs Yule silently left the room, and went back to her sewing.
She had understood that 'Though--' and the 'what can't be helped.' Such allusions reminded her of a time unhappier than the present, when she had been wont to hear plainer language.

She knew too well that, had she been a woman of education, her daughter would not now be suffering from loneliness.
It was her own choice that she did not go with her husband and Marian to John Yule's.

She made an excuse that the house could not be left to one servant; but in any case she would have remained at home, for her presence must needs be an embarrassment both to father and daughter.
Alfred was always ashamed of her before strangers; he could not conceal his feeling, either from her or from other people who had reason for observing him.

Marian was not perhaps ashamed, but such companionship put restraint upon her freedom.