Is it still better ?' 'I think so--yes, yes.' 'Grandad doesn't take anything like that time to tune his fiddle,' the other whispered, conscious that she was daring in her criticism.
Thyrza, on an impulse, conveyed the remark to Gilbert, who laughed silently.
The concert began.

Thyrza's eyes had again fixed themselves on that point down below, and during the first piece they did not once move.
Her breathing was quick.

The heart in her bosom seemed to swell, as always when some great emotion possessed her, and with difficulty she kept her vision unclouded.

Lydia often looked at her, so did Gilbert; she was unconscious of it.
'Did you like that ?' Gilbert asked her when the piece was over.
'Yes, very much.' She had leaned back.

Lydia sought her hand; she received a pressure in return, but the other hand did not remain, as she expected it would.
Gilbert himself was not much disposed to speak.