John went to one window, unfolded his paper, and wrapped himself in it, figuratively speaking.

Meg went to the other window, and sewed as if new rosettes for slippers were among the necessaries of life.

Neither spoke.

Both looked quite 'calm and firm', and both felt desperately uncomfortable.
"Oh, dear," thought Meg, "married life is very trying, and does need infinite patience as well as love, as Mother says." The word 'Mother' suggested other maternal counsels given long ago, and received with unbelieving protests.
"John is a good man, but he has his faults, and you must learn to see and bear with them, remembering your own.

He is very decided, but never will be obstinate, if you reason kindly, not oppose impatiently.
He is very accurate, and particular about the truth--a good trait, though you call him 'fussy'.