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Thyrza sat between the other two, but she still kept her hold on Lydia's arm, until the latter said laughingly: 'You're not afraid of losing me now. I expect we shall be dreadfully hot here soon. She withdrew her hand. Gilbert began to talk to her. Had it not been for the circumstances, he must have observed a difference in Thyrza's manner to him.
Mr. Tyson looked at the room uneasily. He had done his best with the ridiculous sum provided; but of course it was all wrong. He passed on silently through a door in the wainscoting of the drawing-room. The others again followed, Thyrza's mouth twitching with laughter. Another large room, almost dark, with a few guttering candles on the table. Mrs. Dixon went hastily to the fire and stirred it up.
You must tell her she's not to speak to the girl again, and there's an end of it! 'Thyrza's too old for that, dear. I must lead her by kindness, or I can't lead her at all. I don't think, though, she'll ever do such a thing as that again. I know what a temptation it was; she does sing so sweetly. But she won't do it again now she knows how I think about it. Mary appeared doubtful.
No, it was too hard to believe. She murmured the name to herself. Gilbert had shown it her on the map, but how difficult to transfer that dry symbol into this present reality! They left the carriage near the Coastguard's house, and walked forward to the brow of the great cliffs. Mrs. Ormonde took Thyrza's hand as they drew near. They stood there for a long time.
The words 'We've always kept together, touched her inexpressibly; they bore so beautiful a meaning on Thyrza's lips. 'And would your sister Lydia scold me very much if I made you lose your Monday morning's work? she asked, smiling. 'Oh, it's always the other way, ma'am. Lyddy's always glad when I get a holiday. But I never like her to have to go to work alone.
She had ceased to utter her thoughts about him, since she knew that they pained her friend, but in her heart she kept a determined enmity. The fact of Thyrza's love in no way influenced her: her imagination was not strong enough to enable her to put herself in Thyrza's place and see Egremont as her sister saw him.
"It's a dreadful day," said Mrs. Melrose sharply. "Does it always rain like this?" "Well, it do rain," was Thyrza's cautious reply. "But there that's better than snowin' for t' shepherds." Mrs. Melrose found the girl's voice pleasant, and could not deny that she was pretty, in her rustic way. "Has your father many sheep?" "Aye, but they're all gone up to t' fells for t' winter.
Lydia knew that it was something disagreeable; Mary's air of discharging a duty sufficiently proved that. 'What is it? she asked coldly. 'They were talking about him here when I came back last night. He's begun to go about with that girl Totty Nancarrow. Lydia cast down her eyes. Mary keeping silence, she said: 'Well, what if he has? 'I think it's right you should know, on Thyrza's account.
'Yes, you frighten me. What is it? 'Have you seen Thyrza Trent lately? 'Why? She tried to read his face through the darkness. Her yesterday's conversation with Thyrza was vivid in her mind. Suspicion was irritated at the sound of Thyrza's name on Luke's tongue. 'Totty, I want to ask you something. He spoke with deepest earnestness, taking her hand. 'You won't keep anything from me, now?
To the latter Thyrza's relation was a strange one. As her mind matured, as her dreaming gave way more frequently to conscious reflection, she often asked herself how, knowing Mrs. Ormonde's thoughts, she could accept from her so much and repay her with such sincere affection. Told to her of another, she could with difficulty have believed it.
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