"Yes, yes I know what I will do, I will go and tell my husband." Miss Gascoigne thought she was mad.
And, indeed, there was something almost frenzied in the way her victim rushed from the room, like a creature driven desperate by misery.
Aunt Henrietta did not know how to act.

To follow Christian was quite beneath her dignity; to go home, with her mission unfulfilled, her duty undone, that too was impossible.

She determined to wait a few minutes, and let things take their chance.
Miss Gascoigne was not a bad woman, only an utterly mistaken and misguided one.

She meant no harm--very few people do deliberately mean harm--they only do it.

She had set herself against her brother-in- law's marriage--not in the abstract, she was scarcely so wicked and foolish as that; but against his marrying this particular woman, partly because Christian was only a governess, with somewhat painful antecedents--one who could neither bring money, rank, nor position to Dr.Grey and his family, but chiefly because it had wounded her self- love that she, Miss Gascoigne, had not been consulted, and had had no hand in bringing about the marriage.
Therefore she had determined to see it, and all concerning it, in the very worst light to modify nothing, to excuse nothing.