All the ways and habits of an invalid had disappeared.
She not only gave directions for the management of the house, but looked after everything herself, and was forever going upstairs and down, seeing that everything was properly done.

However sharply Mr.Mulready spoke she never replied in the same tone.

A little flush of color would come into her cheek, but she would pass it off lightly, and at all times she appeared nervously anxious to please him.

Ned wondered much over the change.
"He is a tyrant," he said, "and she has learned it already; but I do think she loves him.

Fancy my mother coming to be the slave of a man like this! I suppose," he laughed bitterly, "it's the story of 'a woman, a dog, and a walnut tree, the more you thrash them the better they will be.' My father spent his whole life in making hers easy, and in sparing her from every care and trouble, and I don't believe she cared half as much for him as she does for this man who is her master." For some months Mr.Mulready was very busy at his mill.