Afraid of _what_?
Well, of going with Madame de la Rougierre to Church Scarsdale that day.
That was all.

And I believe that instinct was true.
She turned a bitter glance toward Church Scarsdale, and bit her lip.

She saw that she must give it up.

A shadow hung upon her drab features.

A little scowl--a little sneer--wide lips compressed with a false smile, and a leaden shadow mottling all.