CHAPTER XXI.
Mr Farquhar's Attentions Transferred The next morning, as Jemima and her mother sat at their work, it came into the head of the former to remember her father's very marked way of thanking Ruth the evening before.
"What a favourite Mrs Denbigh is with papa," said she.

"I am sure I don't wonder at it.

Did you notice, mamma, how he thanked her for coming here last night ?" "Yes, dear; but I don't think it was all--" Mrs Bradshaw stopped short.

She was never certain if it was right or wrong to say anything.
"Not all what ?" asked Jemima, when she saw her mother was not going to finish the sentence.
"Not all because Mrs Denbigh came to tea here," replied Mrs Bradshaw.
"Why, what else could he be thanking her for?
What has she done ?" asked Jemima, stimulated to curiosity by her mother's hesitating manner.
"I don't know if I ought to tell you," said Mrs Bradshaw.
"Oh, very well!" said Jemima, rather annoyed.
"Nay, dear! your papa never said I was not to tell; perhaps I may." "Never mind! I don't want to hear," in a piqued tone.
There was silence for a little while.

Jemima was trying to think of something else, but her thoughts would revert to the wonder what Mrs Denbigh could have done for her father.
"I think I may tell you, though," said Mrs Bradshaw, half questioning.
Jemima had the honour not to urge any confidence, but she was too curious to take any active step towards repressing it.
Mrs Bradshaw went on.