The privileges he asked were very few.

Sometimes, when Thyrza and he were alone, he would bold her hand for a minute, and at parting he kissed her, but more of acted tenderness than that he did not allow himself.
To-night, whilst she was speaking, he gazed at her continuously.

He too observed the change of which Lydia had at once become aware.

Thyrza seemed to have grown older in those two days.

Her very way of sitting was marked by a maturer dignity, and in her speech it was impossible not to be struck with the self-restraint, the thoughtful choice of words, which had taken the place of her former impulsiveness.
She dwelt much upon the delight she had received from Miss Newthorpe's playing.