For these reasons, although Mr Farquhar had never spoken to Ruth, she came away with the impression that he was a man to be respected, and perhaps liked.
Sally would have thought herself mightily aggrieved if, on their return, she had not heard some account of the evening.

As soon as Miss Benson came in, the old servant began: "Well, and who was there?
and what did they give you for supper ?" "Only Mr Farquhar besides ourselves; and sandwiches, sponge-cake, and wine; there was no occasion for anything more," replied Miss Benson, who was tired and preparing to go upstairs.
"Mr Farquhar! Why they do say he's thinking of Miss Jemima!" "Nonsense, Sally! why he's old enough to be her father!" said Miss Benson, half way up the first flight.
"There's no need for it to be called nonsense, though he may be ten year older," muttered Sally, retreating towards the kitchen.
"Bradshaw's Betsy knows what she's about, and wouldn't have said it for nothing." Ruth wondered a little about it.

She loved Jemima well enough to be interested in what related to her; but, after thinking for a few minutes, she decided that such a marriage was, and would ever be, very unlikely..