She was silenced, but not satisfied.

Nor was she at ease with regard to his health.

He looked ill, and worn; and, when he was not rattling and laughing, his face fell into a shape of anxiety and uneasiness, which was new to her in it.

He reminded her painfully of an old German engraving she had seen in Mrs.Buxton's portfolio, called, "Pleasure digging a Grave;" Pleasure being represented by a ghastly figure of a young man, eagerly industrious over his dismal work.
A few days after he went away, Nancy came to her in her bed-room.
"Miss Maggie," said she, "may I just speak a word ?" But when the permission was given, she hesitated.
"It's none of my business, to be sure," said she at last: "only, you see, I've lived with your mother ever since she was married; and I care a deal for both you and Master Edward.

And I think he drains Missus of her money; and it makes me not easy in my mind.