At length, admission was gained and seats secured.
Thyrza sat between the other two, but she still kept her hold on Lydia's arm, until the latter said laughingly: 'You're not afraid of losing me now.

I expect we shall be dreadfully hot here soon.' She withdrew her hand.

Gilbert began to talk to her.

Had it not been for the circumstances, he must have observed a difference in Thyrza's manner to him.

She scarcely ever met his look, and when she spoke it was with none of the usual spontaneity.