"Oh! he is fidgeted by something Mr. Farquhar said to me and which I repeated. I am sure I thought there was no harm in it, and your father always likes me to tell him what everybody says in his absence."
Jemima went with a heavy heart into her father's presence.
He was walking up and down the room, and did not see her at first.
"O Jemima! is that you? Has your mother told you what I want to speak to you about?"
"No!" said Jemima. "Not exactly."
"She has been telling me what proves to me how very seriously you must have displeased and offended Mr. Farquhar, before he could have expressed himself to her as he did, when he left the house. You know what he said?"
"No!" said Jemima, her heart swelling within her. "He has no right to say anything about me." She was desperate, or she durst not have said this before her father.
"No right!--what do you mean, Jemima?" said Mr. Bradshaw, turning sharp round. "Surely you must know that I hope he may one day be your husband; that is to say, if you prove yourself worthy of the excellent training I have given you. I cannot suppose Mr. Farquhar would take any undisciplined girl as a wife."
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