She thought not seldom of the precepts she had heard at chapel, and--curiously--they by degrees separated themselves from her individual resentment; much she desired to make them her laws, for they seemed beautiful to her conscience.

Could she but receive that Christian spirit, it would be easy to go to Mary and say, 'I have been wrong; forgive me!' The day was not yet come.
So she had to turn over plans for helping the poor old man who long ago had so helped her and Thyrza.

Of course she thought of the possibility of his coming to live in Thyrza's house; yet how propose that?
Thyrza had so much to occupy her; it was not wonderful that she took for granted Mr.Boddy's well-being.

And would it be justifiable to impose a burden of this kind upon the newly-married pair?
To be sure she could earn enough to pay for the little that Mr.Boddy needed.

Thyrza had almost angrily rejected the idea that her sister should pay rent in the new house; payment for board she would only accept because Lydia declared that if it were not accepted she would live elsewhere.