Her yesterday's conversation with Thyrza was vivid in her mind.

Suspicion was irritated at the sound of Thyrza's name on Luke's tongue.
'Totty, I want to ask you something.' He spoke with deepest earnestness, taking her hand.

'You won't keep anything from me, now?
I want to know if Thyrza has talked to you about--about her marriage.' 'Why do you want to know that ?' the girl asked, in a hard voice.
'I'll speak plainer, Totty.

Be a good girl, Totty dear! Tell me what I want to know! Has she ever said anything to make you think that--that she liked any one better than Grail ?' What a coil was here! She had pulled her hand away, furious with him for his shamelessness.

Yet self-respect did not allow her to speak vehemently.
'It seems to me,' she said, 'you'd better go and ask her.' He hung in doubt.