She fell on her knees by the bed.
'Lyddy, what did you mean?
It's no good denying it, you meant something.

You said you'd noticed things You've no right to say that and say no more.
'You won't tell me what your secret is without me saying what I've thought ?' 'I've got no secret! I don't know what you mean by secret!' 'Thyrza--have you--have you seen Mr.Egremont tonight ?' They looked at each other.

Thyrza's lips were just parted; she drew herself back, as if to escape scrutiny.

The arm with which she supported herself trembled violently.
'Why do you ask that ?' she said, faintly.
'That's what I meant, Thyrza,' the other whispered, with a face of fear.
'Have I seen Mr.Egremont?
I don't know what you're thinking of?
Why should I see Mr.Egremont?
What have I to do with him ?' Lydia put her hand forward and touched her sister.
'Thyrza!' she cried, passionately.

'Tell me! Tell me everything! I can't bear it! If you have ever so little love for me in your heart--tell me!' Thyrza could no longer keep her raised position.