Magdalen at any rate believed in her.
For many months after she came to Priesthope, her mind remained in a kind of stupor, and it seemed at first as if she were regaining a sort of calm, caught as it were from Magdalen's presence.
But gradually miserable brooding memories returned, and it seemed at last as if something in Magdalen's gentle serenity irritated instead of soothing Fay as heretofore.

Was Magdalen a sort of unconscious ally of that fainting soul within Fay's fortress?
Were chance words of Magdalen's beginning to make the rebel stir in his cell?
At any rate something stirred.

Something was making trouble.

Fay began to shrink from Magdalen, involuntarily at first, then purposely for long moody intervals.

Then she would be sarcastic and bitter with her, jibe at the housekeeping, and criticise the household arrangements.