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But I was going to be married do you remember about Mr. Grail? 'Yes, dear. 'I couldn't marry him I didn't love him. She turned her face upon the pillow. Mrs. Ormonde touched her with kind hand, and, when she saw that the girl could tell no more, tried to soothe her. 'I understand now, Thyrza. I know it must have been a great trouble that drove you to this. I will do nothing that you don't wish.
He too observed the change of which Lydia had at once become aware. Thyrza seemed to have grown older in those two days. Her very way of sitting was marked by a maturer dignity, and in her speech it was impossible not to be struck with the self-restraint, the thoughtful choice of words, which had taken the place of her former impulsiveness.
To such a one the world was a sorry place. He had no mind to taste such pleasures as it offered to a rich man with no ideal save physical enjoyment; he no longer cared to search out its beautiful things, to probe its mysteries. To what end, since all pleasure and all knowledge must end in himself? ... Where at this moment was Thyrza? The thought had mingled with all those others.
And for all his longing, he durst not touch her hand. 'What you offer me, he said, in low, tremulous accents, 'I should never have dared to ask, for it is the greatest gift I can imagine. You are so far above me now, Thyrza. I should take you into a life that you are no longer fit for. My home must always be a very poor one; it would shame me to give you nothing better than that.
Lewis's, and talked to that gentleman for a while, sitting down on the counter: he then looked in at the fruiterer's, to see the pretty girl there, to whom he paid compliments similar to those before addressed to the bar at the George; then they passed the County Chronicle office, for which Pen had his packet ready, in the shape of 'Lines to Thyrza, but poor Pen did not like to put the letter into the editor's box while walking in company with such a fine gentleman as Mr.
Ormonde; she was at the Emersons', and wished to know when Thyrza would return; she desired to see her. 'Will you write to her, Gilbert? Lydia asked. 'Wouldn't it be better if I went to see her? Yes, that was felt to be better. It was known that Thyrza had written to Mrs. Ormonde on Saturday, so that nothing needed to be explained; Gilbert had only to bear his simple news.
It's easy enough to see as they have fell out. Lydia ain't been to chapel since Christmas, an' you know yourself it was just before Christmas as Egremont went to the 'ouse to see Mr. Grail. If she'd been a bit sharper, she'd never a' told Mary that. I ain't surprised at Thyrza doin' of under-handed things; I've never liked her over-much. But I thought better of Lydia.
Have you been into the other one? He led the way, taking up his hat from the desk. Thyrza was overcoming her timidity. All she had ever heard of Egremont prepared her to find him full of gentleness and courtesy and good-humour; already she thought that far too little had been said in his praise.
'I've just taken Thyrza a little morsel of jelly I made this afternoon, Mrs. Grail said, apart to the girl. 'I'm sure she looks better to-night. 'How good you are, Mrs. Grail! Yes, she does look better, but I couldn't have believed a day or two 'ud have made her so weak. I shan't let her go out before Christmas. 'No, I don't think you ought, my dear. As Mrs.
I never felt so well and happy. Somebody knocked at the door. 'That's something for you to eat after your journey, said Thyrza. 'It's too early for dinner yet, but you must have just a mouthful. She went out and came back with a tray, on which was milk and cake. Lydia shook her head. 'I can't eat, Thyrza. I want you to tell me everything.
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