Her arms hung down; her eyes were fixed on the ground.

She was thinking that now she understood Thyrza's urgency in wishing to see Totty.

Now she understood everything.
She moved, as if to go away.

Ackroyd could find no word.

All he had to say was so much sheer cruelty, and to attempt comfort would be insult.
But Lydia faced him again.
'And you think the worst of my sister ?' Again her look was defiant.