He hadn't given her to think he cared for her.

She cried because he didn't.' 'But if she's so mad with love of him,' Luke said, dropping his eyes, 'who knows what she might do?
You'd never have thought she could leave you like this.' The rain was falling more heavily.

As Lydia stood, unable to utter any argument against him, Ackroyd saw that her hair was quite wet.
'You mustn't stand out here,' he said.

'Come round into Paradise Street with me, and I'll get you something of my sister's to go home in.

Poor girl! You came out like this as soon as you'd found she was gone?
Come quick, or you'll get your death.' She accompanied him without speaking.