She knocked at the Grails' parlour; it was Gilbert's voice that answered.
'Isn't Mrs.Grail in ?' she asked timidly, looking about the room.
'Yes, she's in, Miss Trent, but she doesn't feel very well.

She went to lie down after tea.' 'Oh, I'm sorry.' She hesitated, just within the door.
'Would you like to go to her room ?' Gilbert asked.
'Perhaps she's asleep; I mustn't disturb her.

Would you lend me another book, Mr.Grail ?' 'Oh, yes! Will you come and choose one ?' She closed the door and went forward to the bookcase, on her way glancing at Gilbert's face, to see whether he was annoyed at her disturbing him.

It was scarcely that, yet unmistakably his countenance was troubled.

This made Thyrza nervous; she did not look at him again for a few moments, but carried her eyes along the shelves.