42/49 At last Lydia made inquiry: 'Why does Mrs.Ormonde want to hide you ?' Thyrza grew agitated. She believes she's doing the best. She's been kind to me, and I can't say a word against her. I think I ought to do as she wants. She seems to like me, only--I can't tell you how it is, Lyddy; I can't tell any one; no, not even you!' 'Don't worry yourself so, dearest.' 'Lyddy, you might promise me!' Thyrza went on, shaken with emotion, one would have said, with fear. |