He had seen her, and his trouble was graver than before.
At the hour when Egremont set out for Lambeth Lydia was busy dressing her sister's hair.

Perhaps such a thing had never happened before, as that Thyrza's hair should have needed doing twice in one day.

She had begged it this evening.
'You won't mind, Lyddy?
I feel it's rough, and I think I ought to look nice--don't you ?' 'You're a vain little thing!' 'I don't think I am, Lyddy.

It's only natural.' A moment or two, and Thyrza said: 'Lyddy, I think you ought to come down as well.' 'I've told you that I shan't, so do have done!' 'Well, dear, it's only because I want you to see Mr.Egremont.' 'I've seen him, and that's enough.

If you're going to be a lady and make friends with grand people, that's no reason why I should.' 'You'll have to some day.' 'I don't think I shall,' said Lydia, as she began the braiding.