He knew how delicate a nature it was that he was going to take into his charge, and already his love was at times gently mingled with fear.
Lydia went upstairs again, and softly into the room.

Thyrza had just awoke and was sitting with her hands together upon her face.
'What time is it ?' she asked.

'Why did you let me sleep?
Have you been up long ?' Lydia constrained her to lie down again.

She was unwilling at first, but in the end fell back with a sigh of relief.
'What day is it, Lyddy?
Oh, Tuesday, of course.

I suppose the days 'll go very slow till Saturday.