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He wished to go there again, but feared to do so without invitation. The memory of his evening there made drawing-rooms distasteful to him. He had a letter from Mrs. Ormonde, in which a brief mention was made of Thyrza's visit. He replied: 'Why do you not tell me more of the impression made upon you by Miss Trent? It was a favourable one, of course, as you kept her with you over the Sunday.
She sat down near Thyrza, and, after a little more of her pleasant talk, said, turning to her son: 'Could you find something to read us. Gilbert? He thought for a moment, then reached down a book of biographies, writing of a popular colour, not above Thyrza's understanding.
That she was going for the first time to the sea-side was nothing; her anticipation was only of Thyrza's look and Thyrza's first kiss. Why were all the other people who went by the same train so joyous and so full of hope? Were they too going to meet someone very dear to them?
Grail, after a struggle with himself, repeated the substance of Thyrza's note. A few more words were interchanged, then Gilbert said: 'I will leave you now, Mr. Egremont. Walter dreaded this parting. Could he let Grail go from him and say no word about the library? Yet what was to be said? Everything was hopelessly at an end; the hint of favour from him to the other was henceforth insult.
She knew not whether to fear or to be glad of the strange tranquillity that had succeeded upon such uncontrolled vehemence. What she seemed to gather from Thyrza's words she scarcely ventured to believe. It was a satisfaction to her that she had avoided naming Egremont's address, yet a satisfaction that caused her some shame.
Thyrza's exculpation of Egremont would then have been strong upon the latter's side. But the fruitless journey frenzied him. It was impossible for him to avoid the belief that the letter had been contrived to deceive him. All the suspicions he had entertained grew darker as his suffering increased.
The carriage drove to the esplanade, and turned to pass along it in the westerly direction. The tide was at full; a loud surge broke upon the beach; no mist troubled the blue line of horizon. Mrs. Ormonde looked seawards, and her vision found a renewal in sympathy with the thought she had read on Thyrza's face.
And forthwith she began to hum a tune, which however, she checked the next moment, remembering Nelly. 'But you speak in a queer way, Totty. 'So do you, Thyrza. What are you bothering about? Again she searched Thyrza's face, this time with something very curious in her gaze, a kind of suspicion one would have said. 'I I like to know about you, Thyrza said, with embarrassment.
Unable to associate with acquaintances to whom Thyrza's name had become an unfailing source of vulgar gossip, she changed her place of work. Work had still to be done, be her heart ever so sore; the meals must be earned, though now they were eaten in solitude.
A competent judge had reported so favourably of Thyrza's voice, that there was a strong probability of its some day enabling her to earn a living should that be necessary in one of the many paths which our musical time opens to those thus happily endowed; no stress was laid on that, however, for it was far from desirable that Thyrza should be nursed into expectation of a golden future. Mrs.
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