'I think it is a part.
America's a very big country, you know.' 'What do you think Gilbert says?
He says Mr.Ackroyd told him last night that he was going to Canada.' Lydia gave no sign of special interest.
'Is he ?' 'I don't think he means it.' 'Perhaps he'll take Totty Nancarrow with him,' remarked Lydia, with a scarcely noticeable touch of irony.
The other did not reply, but she looked pained.

Then Lydia declared that she too was weary.

They talked little more, though it was a long time before either got to sleep.
Thyrza saw Grail in the breakfast hour next morning, and received his advice for the day.

Bunce had already conveyed the little box of Bessie's clothing to the hospital; thence Thyrza and the child would go in a cab to Victoria.
She was at the hospital by nine o'clock.

Bessie, a weakly, coughing child, who seemingly had but a short term of suffering before her, was at first very reticent with Thyrza, but when they were seated together in the train at Victoria, she brightened in the expectation of renewing her experiences of Mrs.Ormonde's home, and at length talked freely.
Bessie was very old; she had long known the difficulties of a pinched home, and of her own ailments she spoke with a curious gravity as little child-like as could be.
'It's my chest as is weak,' she said.