'I have not seen any of your friends.

I think very likely you are the only one that could tell me the truth.' 'Lyddy knows,' was spoken presently, after the shedding of a few quiet tears.

'I left a letter for her.

Besides, she knew before--knew that--' The voice faltered and ceased.
'Can you tell me what it was, Thyrza ?' 'I didn't do anything wrong, Mrs.Ormonde.But I was going to be married--do you remember about Mr.Grail ?' 'Yes, dear.' 'I couldn't marry him--I didn't love him.' She turned her face upon the pillow.

Mrs.Ormonde touched her with kind hand, and, when she saw that the girl could tell no more, tried to soothe her.
'I understand now, Thyrza.