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Updated: June 10, 2025
'When's Thyrza Trent going to be married? asked Mrs. Allchin. 'Do you know, Totty? 'In about a fortnight, I think. 'Is the bands puts up? 'They're going to be married at the Registry Office. 'Well, I never! cried Annie West. 'You wouldn't catch me doing without a proper wedding! I suppose that's why Thyrza won't talk about it. But I believe he's a rum sort of man, isn't he?
But then I perhaps shan't live long enough for that. It's a great thing for carrying people off, is a weak chest. Both grew excited as the train neared their destination. Bessie recalled the stations, and here and there an object by the way. It was Thyrza who felt herself the child. The train entered the station. Bessie had her head at the window. She drew it back, exclaiming: 'There's Mrs.
Gilbert had begged her to hold his arm; he moved forward as quickly as possible, and with Lydia following they were soon in the street. Gilbert wished to cross, for the sake of quickly getting out of the throng. Thyrza threw one glance back. A hat was raised by someone going in the opposite direction, who also had turned his head. She had seen him. She was glad he did not come up to speak.
He, in turn, was tenderly respectful to her; they did not know what it was to exchange an unkind or an impatient word. Thyrza liked especially to have tea here on Sunday. The appointments of the table seemed to her luxurious, for the tea-service was uniform and of pretty, old-fashioned pattern, and simple little dainties of a kind new to her were generally forthcoming.
It seemed to him that the very hours, as they went by, looked on him with faces of mysterious menace, foretelling a dread successor. Since Monday he had with difficulty accomplished his tasks; each time he hastened home it was with unreasoning fear lest something bad come to pass in his absence. And now it was no longer only apprehension. Thyrza was changing under his eyes.
It's not my business. If I was you, I'd speak to Mr. Ackroyd. I know nothing about Thyrza. 'To Mr. Ackroyd? exclaimed Lydia. 'But I'm sure she won't see him. It's you'll hear from her, if anybody does. Can't you think of any place she'd be likely to go? Hasn't she never said anything in talking? You wouldn't keep it back, just because you don't like me?
My husband has taken a half-holiday on purpose to skate. Reckless man! He says you don't get skating weather like this every day. Can you skate? Thyrza shook her head, smiling. 'No more can I. Harold wants to teach me, but it seems absurd to bruise oneself all over, and make oneself ridiculous too, to learn an amusement you can't practise once in five years. But do come with us.
'Come now, and tell us what you have been doing all day long, Mrs. Ormonde said. 'Why, the sun and the wind have already touched your cheeks! 'I have enjoyed myself, Thyrza replied, quickly, seating herself near her new friend. She could give little more description than that. Annabel talked with her, and presently, at Mrs. Ormonde's request, went to the piano.
Ormonde, mum, whispered Bessie, when they were seated in the carriage. 'What is it, Bessie? 'Would you take us round by the front road? Miss Trent hasn't never seen the sea, and she'd like to as soon as she can; it's only natural. Mrs. Ormonde had cast one or two discreet glances at Thyrza. As she did so her smile subdued itself a little; a grave thought seemed to pass through her mind.
Ormonde said to herself, 'I am indeed to blame, for, though his wishes oppose it, I had but to show doubt and he would have taken the manly part and have gone to Thyrza. She did not seek to defend herself by saying as she might well have done that throughout he encouraged her in her resistance.
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