She would fly.

She would leave her husband's house.

Where should she go?
Who would receive her?
What would become of her?
She did not know, she gave the matter no thought, but one thing was certain: Szilard and she might meet together in the grave but they should never encounter each other beneath the shadow of the halls of Hidvar.
There was nobody she could confide in.

All the servants were her husband's paid spies and her own jailors.

The priest had disappeared altogether from Hidvar.