As this cold and bracing¹ realization² that all was not right with her position, with Sir Isaac's business procedure and the world generally, took possession of Lady Harman's thoughts there came also with it and arising out of it quite a series of new moods and dispositions³. At times she was very full of the desire "to do something," something that would, as it were, satisfy and assuage⁴ this growing uneasiness of responsibility in her mind. At times her consuming wish was not to assuage but escape from this urgency. It worried her and made her feel helpless, and she wanted beyond anything else to get back to that child's world where all experiences are adventurous⁵ and everything is finally right. She felt, I think, that it was a little unfair to her that this something within her should be calling upon her to take all sorts of things gravely—hadn't she been a good wife and brought four children into the world...?  
I am setting down here as clearly as possible what wasn't by any means clear in Lady Harman's mind. I am giving you side by side phases that never came side by side in her thoughts but which followed and ousted⁶ and obliterated⁷ one another. She had moods of triviality. She had moods of magnificence. She had moods of intense secret hostility⁸ to her urgent little husband, and moods of genial⁹ tolerance¹⁰ for everything there was in her life. She had moods, and don't we all have moods?—of scepticism and cynicism, much profounder than the conventions and limitations of novel-writing permit us to tell here. And for hardly any of these moods had she terms and recognitions....
 
It isn't a natural thing to keep on worrying about the morality of one's material prosperity. These are proclivities¹¹ superinduced by modern conditions of the conscience. There is a natural resistance in every healthy human being to such distressful¹² heart-searchings. Strong instincts battled in Lady Harman against ............