Perhaps she was jealous; perhaps she believed Mary was confirming him in his bad ways.

Just where they were all three of one mind--just _there_ her rudimentary therefore self-sufficient religion shut them out from her sympathy and fellowship.
Alone, and with her time at her command, Mary was more inclined than she had ever been, except for her father's company, to go to church.
The second Sunday after Letty left her, she went to the one nearest, and in the congregation thought she saw Joseph.

A week before, she would have waited for him as he came out, but, now that he seemed to avoid her, she would not, and went home neither comforted by the sermon nor comfortable with herself.

For the parson, instead of recognizing, through all defects of the actual, the pattern after which God had made man, would fain have him remade after the pattern of the middle-age monk--a being far superior, no doubt, to the most of his contemporaries, but as far from the beauty of the perfect man as the mule is from that of the horse; and she was annoyed with herself that she was annoyed with Joseph.

It was the middle of summer before the affairs of the firm were wound up, and the shop in the hands of the London man whom Mr.Brett had employed in the purchase.
Lawyer as he was, however, Mr.Brett had not been sharp enough for Turnbull.