Lydia, also with indifferent face, just bent to the greeting.

Mr.Boddy had given a friendly nod.
There was silence between the companions, then Lydia said: 'I've thought it better, grandad, not to--not to be quite the same with Mr.Ackroyd as I used to be.' 'Yes, yes, Lyddy; I understand, There's a deal of talk about him.

I'm sorry.

He's done me more than one good turn, and I hope he'll get straight again yet.

I'm afraid, my dear, as--you know--the disappointment--' Lydia interrupted with firmness.
'That's no excuse at all--not a bit! If he really felt the disappointment so much he ought to have borne it like a man.