Mrs.Hurstwood felt something, sniffing change, as animals do danger, afar off.
This feeling was strengthened by actions of a direct and more potent nature on the part of Hurstwood.

We have seen with what irritation he shirked those little duties which no longer contained any amusement of satisfaction for him, and the open snarls with which, more recently, he resented her irritating goads.

These little rows were really precipitated by an atmosphere which was surcharged with dissension.

That it would shower, with a sky so full of blackening thunderclouds, would scarcely be thought worthy of comment.

Thus, after leaving the breakfast table this morning, raging inwardly at his blank declaration of indifference at her plans, Mrs.Hurstwood encountered Jessica in her dressing-room, very leisurely arranging her hair.