You know who.' 'You mean Mr.Ackroyd ?' 'Yes.

He met me when I came out of Mrs.Bower's, and asked me if I thought you would.' Thyrza was silent for a little, then she said: 'I can't go with him alone, Lyddy.

I don't mind if you go too.' 'But that's just what he doesn't want,' said her sister, with a smile which was not quite natural.
Thyrza averted her eyes, and began to speak of something else.

The meal was quickly over, then Lydia took up some sewing.

Thyrza went to the window and stood for a while looking at the people that passed, but presently she seated herself, and fell into the brooding which her sister's entrance had interrupted.