Maggie felt that she could look after herself anywhere.

She was more afraid, by far, of her Aunt Anne than of any man.
It happened on the very day after that conversation with Mr.Magnus that Aunt Anne said at luncheon: "I think, Maggie dear, if you don't mind, that you and I will pay a call on Mrs.Warlock this afternoon.

You have not been there yet.
To-day will be a very good opportunity." Maggie's mind flew at once to her clothes.

She had been with Caroline Smith to that young lady's dressmaker, a thin and sharp-faced woman whose black dress gleamed with innumerable pins.

Maggie had been pinched and measured, pulled in here and pulled out there.