Lydia came into the room, and with her Thyrza.
Lydia smiled, and tried to draw attention from her sister by lamenting their lateness at the meal.
'We were afraid you'd have gone away again,' she said to Gilbert.
'I don't think I shall go to work this morning,' he replied quietly.
She became silent.

Thyrza had drawn a chair to the table.

One saw that she had risen with difficulty--that she with difficulty sat upright.
Gilbert, without speaking, went and sat by her.

Lydia was dreading questions, but she did injustice to the delicacy of his mind.

Mrs.
Grail just said: 'You're very pale still, dear,' and nothing more.
The meal was made as short as possible.