As she left the shop, she heard Mr.Bower's voice again raised in impressive oratory.
On entering the house in Walnut Tree Walk, she found Mrs.Grail just descending the stairs.

The old lady never spoke above her breath at such casual meetings outside her own door.
'Come in for a minute,' she whispered.
Lydia followed her into the parlour.

Gilbert was settled for the evening at the table.

A volume lent by Egremont lay before him, and he was making notes from it.

At Lydia's entrance he rose and spoke a word, then resumed his reading.
'I've just taken Thyrza a little morsel of jelly I made this afternoon,' Mrs.Grail said, apart to the girl.