My Lady Bountiful by Fred M. White

A beautiful silence reigned over Caradoc, like the evening tranquility that frequently follows a stormy day. Mrs. Eldred-Wolfram was not to be seen; always after contact with earthly things she took what the practical call 'a day off' for social purification. Metaphorically speaking, she washed herself of the world, she purged her wounded self-respect in solitary contemplation of her own greatness. For the next four and twenty hours she kept to her room, taking all her meals there.

To Kathleen the peace and tranquility were exquisite. It was one of Margaret's bad days, too, and she kept to her sanctuary, so that Kathleen was thrown more or less on the society of the twins. From their point of view the peacefulness had its drawbacks.