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.

His singular smile occupied her imagination; she wished to keep her eyes on his face, for the pleasure of following its changes.

Indeed, like her own, his features were very mobile, and the various emotions now stirring within him animated his look.

She kept at a little distance from him, and listened with the keenest interest to all he said.