She had never fainted before.

The silliness of it! The next thing that disturbed her was the comfort and arrangement of everything.

Certainly the drawing-room had not been very orderly, full of old things badly placed, but this bedroom was clean and tidy, and the supper last night, so neat on its tray with everything that she could want! She could feel the order and discipline of the whole house.
And she had never, in all her life, been either orderly or disciplined.
She had never been brought up to be so.

How could you be orderly when there were holes in the bedroom ceiling and the kitchen floor, holes that your father would never trouble to have mended?
Her aunts would wish her to help in the house and she would forget things.

There passed before her, in that Sunday quiet, a terrible procession of the things that she would forget.