For two minutes she sat still, then asked how they were to know when a quarter of an hour had passed.
'I'll tell you,' said the other.

'Sit quiet, there's a good baby, and I'll buy you a cake next time we go out.' Thyrza drew in her breath--and somehow the time was lived through.
'Now I think you may go,' Lydia said.
Thyrza seemed to have become indifferent.

She turned over a page of her book, and at length rose very slowly.

Lydia watched her askance; she thought she saw signs of timidity.

But Thyrza presently moved to the door and went downstairs with her lightest step.
Gilbert had told her not to knock.