Once again they were heart to heart, Lydia cried as though something dreadful had befallen her; Thyrza sobbed once or twice, but she had shed so many tears for misery that none would come at the bidding of joy.
They were in a little room which looked through a diamond-paned lattice upon the flat beach which lies at this side of Eastbourne.

In front was a black, tar-smeared house of wood for the keeping of fishers' nets, and fishing boats lay about it.

When Lydia's emotion had spent itself, Thyrza drew her to the window, threw back the lattice, and said 'Look!' 'I can't look at anything but you, dearest,' was the answer.
'But let us look together, just for a minute, then we shall come fresh again to each other's faces.

The sea, Lyddy! I love it; it seems to me the best friend I ever had.' 'You're very pale still, darling.

You've been ill, and you wouldn't send for me.