All the same, she did not mean to submit.

Her mother's placid conventionality had long irritated her; one got tired of galling rules and criticism.

She was not going to be molded into a calculating prude like Grace, or a prig like Mortimer.

They did not know the ridiculous good-form they cultivated was out of date.

In fact, she had had enough and meant to rebel.
Then she began to think about Shillito.