Gilbert had gone to work, reassured by her report the last thing on the previous evening.
There was no more speech between the sisters on the subject of their thoughts.

Through the morning Thyrza lay so still that Lydia, thinking her asleep, now and then stepped lightly and bent over her.

Each time, however, she found the sad eyes gazing fixedly upwards.

Thyrza just turned them to her, but without change of expression.
'Don't look at me like that, dear,' Lydia said once.

'It's as if you didn't know me.' The reply was a brief smile.
Thyrza got up in the afternoon.