Egremont was the falsest of friends to Gilbert, the most treacherous of men.

Her darling had been artfully drawn by him into this secret intercourse; and how was it all to end?
'I must go home to Thyrza, Mr.Ackroyd.I don't know what to do, but it will come to me when I see my sister.' She reflected a moment, then added: 'She went to see Totty Nancarrow, at the same time when I came out.
Perhaps she'll be there still.

If I don't find her at home, I must go to the other house.

Good-bye!' 'I do wish I could be some help to you, Lydia!' he said, holding her hand and looking very kindly at her.
'You can't.

Nobody can help.