But what they were she would have found it difficult to say.
Fay's was not a suspicious nature in its normal state, but most persons of feeble judgment become suspicious when life becomes difficult.

They cannot judge, and consequently cannot trust.

Fay had never learnt even so much of her husband as that she might have trusted him entirely.

Now that he was gone without betraying her, the knowledge that he had known her secret and had guarded it faithfully did not make her feel, with a flood of humble contrition, how deeply she had misjudged him, how loyal he had been from first to last; it only aroused in her a sense of fear and anger.

How secretive Andrea had been, how underhand! Perhaps part of the doom of a petty, self-centred nature is that it does not know when it has been generously and humanely dealt with.
When Fay had somewhat recovered from the shock of her husband's dying speech she had turned with all her might to Magdalen, had cast herself upon her, clung to her in a sort of desperation.