But she seemed to be absorbed in observation of the people who had begun to seat themselves in other parts of the hall.

The toilettes were a wonder to her.

Lydia, too, they interested very much; she frequently whispered a comment on such as seemed to her 'nice' or the contrary.

She could not help trying to think how Thyrza would look if 'dressed like a lady.' Thyrza started, so perceptibly that Lydia asked her what was the matter.
'Nothing,' she answered, moving as if to seat herself more comfortably.
But henceforth her eyes were fixed in one direction, on a point down in the body of the hall.

She no longer replied to the remarks of either of her companions.