The message, it appeared, had found her at her needle; she brought her work in her hand. That day she had not been riding out; she had evidently passed it quietly. She wore her neat indoor dress and silk apron. This was no Thalestris from the fields, but a quiet domestic character from the fireside. 
She carried her needlework and wore her neat indoor dress and silk apron, a quiet domestic character from the fireside.
