In the women's presence he ignored its existence, but he soon discovered that Ada shared none of his novel sensations.

And he grew indignant at her indifference, feeling that his child was neglected.
Mrs Yabsley, for ever on the alert, felt some change in his manner, and one Sunday morning received a shock.

She was chopping wood in the yard.

She swung the axe with a grunt, and the billet, split in two, left the axe wedged in the block.

As she was wrenching it out, Jonah dropped his cigarette and cried: "'Ere, missis, gimme that axe; I niver like ter see a woman chop wood." She looked at him in amazement.