She remained unmoved.

It was not, she said, as if she had been unwilling to receive him, in the first instance, as a possible Roman Catholic, though many might have blamed her for that, and perhaps she _had_ been to blame; but she had never, no, never, had any one to stay that anybody could say anything about.
(This was a solemn fact which it was impossible to deny.) Ralph might remember her own cousin, Willie Best, and she had always liked Willie, had never been asked again after that time--Ralph chuckled--that time he knew of.

She was very sorry, and she quite understood all Charles meant, and she quite saw the force of what he said; but she could not allow people to stay in the house who had foreign wives that had been kept secret.

What was poor Willie, who had only--Ralph need not laugh; there was nothing to laugh at--what was Willie to this?
She must be consistent.

She could see Charles was very angry with her, but she could not encourage what was wrong, even if he was angry.