She is the mother of Mother Church.

And Aunt Marcia, after having starved herself of clothes for years and collected nothing more agreeable than snails, now wears silks and satins, and gossips and goes out to tea, and collects blue china like anybody else.

I connect it with the advent of a certain General who after all went off solitary to Malta, and died there.

Poor Marcia! But you will certainly have to go and stay there." "I don't know!" said Constance, her delicate mouth setting rather stiffly.
"Ah, well--they are getting old!" Mrs.Mulholland's tone had softened again, and when it softened there was a wonderful kindness in it.
A door opened suddenly.

The Master came in, followed by Alexander Sorell.
"My dear Edward!" said Miss Wenlock, "how late you are!" "I was caught by a bore, dear, after chapel.