r sister.

'Thyrza!' she cried, passionately. 'Tell me! Tell me everything! I
can't bear it! If you have ever so little love for me in your
heart--tell me!'

Thyrza could no longer keep her raised position. She fell back. Then
with one hand she caught the railing at the head of the bed and held it
convulsively, whilst she buried her face in the pillow.

Lydia bent over her, and said in low, quick tones:

'I think no harm of you! Perhaps you've got to like him too much, and
he's persuaded you to go to meet him. It's only what I've thought to
myself. Tell me, and let me be a sister to you; let me help you! No one
else shall hear a word of it, Thyrza. Only Lyddy! We'll talk about it,
and see what can be done. You shall tell me how it began--tell me all
there is in your heart, poor child. It'll comfort you to speak of it.
The secret is killing you, my darling. There's no harm--none--none! You
couldn't help it. Only let us both know, and talk to each other about
it, like sisters!'

Thyrza's grasp of the iron loosened, and her hand fell. She turned her
face to the light again.

'Lyddy, how do you know this?'

'I thought it. You've been out every morning. You spoke of him in a
way--'

'Has any one said anything to you? Has Gilbert?'

'No, no! Gilbert hasn't such a thought. It's all myself. Oh, what has
he been saying to you, Thyrza?'

A change was coming about in the sufferer. What had at the first
suggestion been a terror now grew upon her as an assuagement of pain.
She clung to her sister's hand.

'I don't know how it began,' she whispered. 'It seems so sudden; but I
think it's been coming for a long time. Ever since I saw him that day
at the library--the first time I ever saw him. Ever since, there hasn't
been a day I haven't thought of him. I never saw any one else that made
me think like that. Day and night, Lyddy! But it didn't trouble me at
first. It was only after I came back from Eastbourne. I seemed to think
of everything in a different way after that. I dreamt of him every
night, and I did so want to see him. I don't know why. Then I saw him
at last--on Monday--at the library.'

'You hadn't met him--alone--before then?'

'No, never since that first time.'

'But why did you go there on Monday?'

'Oh, I can't--can't think! Something seemed to tell me to go there. I
found there was some books come, and he was putting them on the
shelves. He said he didn't want Gilbert to know--just for fun--and I
p