That was good.

The poor girl was making a brave struggle, and would conquer herself yet.
If only Bower's gossip could be kept from Gilbert, But there was still a long time till Monday, still two whole days, and Bower, determined as he evidently was to work mischief, would not neglect the supreme opportunity.

It would have been better if Gilbert had not returned to work.
She took off her things.
What was that lying on the table?
An envelope, a dirty one which had been in the drawer for a long time; on it was written 'Lyddy.' It was Thyrza's writing.

Lydia opened it.

Inside was a rough piece of white paper, torn off a sheet in which something had been wrapped.