She thought for a moment that she would refuse to take any nourishment in that house.

Her mother would surely not see her die; and would thus have to see her die or else send her forth to be fed.

But that thought stayed with her but for a moment.
It was not only for herself that she must eat and drink, but for her baby.

Then, finding that she could not get to the front windows, and seeing that the time had come in which the carriage should have been there, she went down into the hall, where she found her mother seated on a high-backed old oak armchair.

The windows of the hall looked out on to the sweep before the house; but she was well aware that from these lower windows the plot of shrubs in the centre of the space hindered any view of the gate.