Her heart sank.
'What can you have to say about my sister, Mr.Ackroyd ?' she asked in a hard voice.
'I'm not surprised that you speak in that way.

I know that I shall seem a busybody, or perhaps something worse, meddling with things that don't concern me.

It would be easier for me to leave it alone, but I couldn't do that, because I can't think of you and your sister as strangers.
I've heard something said about Thyrza that you ought to know.

Be friendly to me, and believe I'm only telling you this because I think it's my duty.' Lydia was looking at him in astonishment.
'You've heard something?
What?
What has anybody to say about my sister ?' 'I shall make no secret of anything--it's the only way to prove I'm behaving honestly to you.

I was at the club last night, and Bower came and sat down by me, and he began to talk about Thyrza.