She shunned society.

At her earnest request her sister Magdalen came out to her for a time, from the home in England, into which she was wedged so tightly.

But even Magdalen's calm presence brought no calm with it, and the deepening friendship between her sister and her husband only irritated Fay.
Everything irritated Fay.

She was ill at ease, restless, feebly sarcastic, impatient.
There is a peace which passes understanding, and there is an unpeace which passes understanding also.

Fay did not know, would not know, why she was so troubled, so weary of life, so destitute of comfort.
Had she met the great opportunity of her life, the turning point, and missed it?
I do not think so.