Her feeling about her brother's situation however was sincere and not to be changed or comforted.

She saw him in danger of being damaged in the only sense in which she could conceive of a man--as a husband and a father.
It was this that went to her heart, though her piety proclaimed to her also the peril of his soul; for she shared the High Church view of the indissolubility of marriage.
As to Barbara, she stood by the hearth, leaning her white shoulders against the carved marble, her hands behind her, looking down.

Now and then her lips curled, her level brows twitched, a faint sigh came from her; then a little smile would break out, and be instantly suppressed.
She alone was silent--Youth criticizing Life; her judgment voiced itself only in the untroubled rise and fall of her young bosom, the impatience of her brows, the downward look of her blue eyes, full of a lazy, inextinguishable light: Lady Valleys sighed.
"If only he weren't such a queer boy! He's quite capable of marrying her from sheer perversity." "What!" said Lady Casterley.
"You haven't seen her, my dear.

A most unfortunately attractive creature--quite a charming face." Agatha said quietly: "Mother, if she was divorced, I don't think Eustace would." "There's that, certainly," murmured Lady Valleys; "hope for the best!" "Don't you even know which way it was ?" said Lady Casterley.
"Well, the vicar says she did the divorcing.

But he's very charitable; it may be as Agatha hopes." "I detest vagueness.