'I'd better put this work out of sight.' And as she began to spread the cloth, she asked: 'What'll you do whilst we're at chapel, Thyrza ?' 'I think I'll go and have tea with Mrs.Grail; then I'll see if I dare ask for a book.' 'You've made up your mind not to go out ?' 'There was something I wanted to tell you.

I met Mr.Ackroyd as I was coming home last night.

I told him I couldn't come out alone, and I said I couldn't be sure whether you'd come or not.' 'But what a pity!' returned Lydia.

'You knew I was going to chapel.

I'm afraid he'll wait for us.' 'Yes, but I somehow didn't like to say we wouldn't go at all.