She's crying for her idea of what life should be
like: Sunday after church, all the sisters, sisters - in - law,
wives kissing and patting, swatting at each other's children and at the same time loving them and rubbing their little round heads, women comparing and
swapping babies, and all the men gathering and talking business, wool, yarn, lengths, shipping, bloody Flemings, fishing rights, brewing, annual turnover, nice timely information, favor - for - favor, little sweeteners, little retainers, my attorney says... That's what it should be
like, married to Morgan Williams, with the Williamses being a big family in Putney... But somehow it's not been
like that.