He replied that it was impossible to leave London.

That very day he had despatched seven packing-cases full of volumes to the library, and he was going to begin the work of setting the books on the shelves.
That was a Monday; a week remained before Thyrza's marriage-day.

Thyrza had not been to the new house since she went with Gilbert to see about the furniture.

Her curiosity was satisfied; her interest in the place had strangely lessened.

More than that: in walking by herself she never chose that direction, whereas formerly she had always liked to do so.
It seemed as if she had some reason for avoiding sight of the building.
This Monday her mind changed again.