She had written a letter to Lydia a few days after her establishment with Mrs.Emerson--a letter without any address at the head of it.

Mrs.Emerson posted it in a remote district, that the office stamp might give no clue.

Mrs.Ormonde provided her with lodgings at the side of Eastbourne farthest from The Chestnuts, in the house of a decent woman who did sewing for the Home.
That her days might not become wearisome for lack of occupation, it was arranged that Thyrza should give her landlady occasional help with the needle.
Her main task, however, was to recover health and strength.

The sea air helped her a little, but the heaviness of her heart kept her frame languid.

At first she could walk only the shortest distances; as soon as she reached the sands, she would sit down wearily and fix her eyes seawards, gazing with what other thoughts than when that horizon met her vision for the first time! She had great need of uttering all her sorrow, but could not do so to Mrs.Ormonde; it seemed to her that it would be an unpardonable presumption to speak of Mr.Egremont as she thought of him, and perhaps she could not have brought herself to tell such a secret, whoever had been involved in it, to one who, kind as she was, remained in many senses a stranger.