She did not repulse it, probably she did not even perceive it.
At that moment Phoebe came in with the gruel.

Philip saw her, and knew, in an instant, what the old woman's conclusion must needs be; but Sylvia had to be shaken by the now standing Philip, before she could be brought back to the least consciousness of the present time.

She lifted up her white face to understand his words, then she rose up like one who slowly comes to the use of her limbs.
'I suppose I mun go,' she said; 'but I'd sooner face the dead.

If she asks me, Philip, what mun I say ?' 'She'll not ask yo',' said he, 'if yo' go about as common.

She's never asked yo' all this time, an' if she does, put her on to me.
I'll keep it from her as long as I can; I'll manage better nor I've done wi' thee, Sylvie,' said he, with a sad, faint smile, looking with fond penitence at her altered countenance.
'Thou mustn't blame thysel',' said Sylvia, seeing his regret.