Then Mrs.Ormonde came in.

The watchful look at once turned upon her; for a moment that former fear showed itself, and Thyrza made an effort to rise from the pillow.

Her strength was too far wasted.

But as Mrs.Ormonde drew near, she was plainly known.
'Thyrza, you know me now ?' 'Mrs.Ormonde,' was whispered, still with look of alarm and troubled inability to comprehend.
'You have been ill, dear, and I have come to sit with you,' the other went on, in a soothing voice.

'Shall I stay ?' There was no answer for a little, then Thyrza, with sudden revival of memory like a light kindled in her eyes, said painfully: 'Lyddy ?--does Lyddy know ?' 'Not yet.