She never openly opposed her sister, with whom she lived part of the year when she let her cottage at Saundersfoot to relations in need of sea air.
An unmistakable aspect of concentration deepened in Aunt Mary's fine countenance.
"Magdalen," she said at once, "in the presence of that weak sentimentalist my lips are closed.

But now that we are alone, and as it is your wish to reopen the subject, it is my duty to inform myself whether anything has transpired about Everard Constable--Lord Lossiemouth, as I suppose he now is." "Nothing," said Magdalen with a calmness that was almost cheerful.

If she was as sensitive as she looked she had a marvellous power of concealing it.

She never shrank.

She was apparently never wounded.