I had something to say to her--something I wanted to say before she heard of this.

Now she has a right to know.' Lydia returned shortly after eight o'clock.

She had walked about aimlessly for an hour and a half, avoiding the places where she was likely to meet anyone she knew.

She was chilled and wretched.
Thyrza said nothing till her sister had taken off her hat and jacket and seated herself.
'When did you see Mr.Ackroyd last ?' she inquired.
'I'm sure I don't know,' was the reply.

'I passed him in the Walk about a week ago.' 'But, I mean, when did you speak to him ?' 'Oh, not for a long time,' said Lydia, smoothing the hair upon her forehead.