Mrs Bradshaw saw that something was wrong, but could not tell what; only she became every moment more trembling, and nervous, and irritable, and sent Mary and Elizabeth off on all sorts of contradictory errands to the servants, and made the tea twice as strong, and sweetened it twice as much as usual, in hopes of pacifying her husband with good things.
Mr Farquhar had gone for the last time, or so he thought.

He had resolved (for the fifth time) that he would go and watch Jemima once more, and if her temper got the better of her, and she showed the old sullenness again, and gave the old proofs of indifference to his good opinion, he would give her up altogether, and seek a wife elsewhere.
He sat watching her with folded arms, and in silence.

Altogether they were a pleasant family party! Jemima wanted to wind a skein of wool.

Mr Farquhar saw it, and came to her, anxious to do her this little service.

She turned away pettishly, and asked Ruth to hold it for her.
Ruth was hurt for Mr Farquhar, and looked sorrowfully at Jemima; but Jemima would not see her glance of upbraiding, as Ruth, hoping that she would relent, delayed a little to comply with her request.