Did you say anything to hurt his feelings before you came down, Gabriella ?" asked Mrs.Fowler, distractedly, with one eye on her daughter-in-law and the other on the pantry door, through which the discreet Burrows had disappeared at the opportune instant.
"No, I haven't said anything that I can remember," answered Gabriella with calmness.

It occurred to her that George's behaviour was hardly that of a man whose "feelings" had been wounded, but she made no audible record of her reflection; "and of course I'll go out with you if you want me to," she added, for she felt sincerely sorry for her mother-in-law, even though she had ruined George in his infancy.

"I am going to the library to return a book, and we might pay some calls afterwards." "That's just what I was thinking," responded Mrs.Fowler, embarrassed, bewildered.

Was it possible, she asked herself, that Gabriella had not noticed George's outrageous behaviour?
But Gabriella did not "go about" with her mother-in-law that season, for a higher will than Mrs.Fowler's frustrated that lady's benevolent intentions.

To a casual glance it would have seemed the merest accident which disturbed these felicitous plans, but such accidents, when Gabriella looked back on them afterwards, appeared to her to be woven into the very web and pattern of life.