The other looked down into the speaker's face with eyes that were almost startled. 'Why do you say that, dear?' 'Do you think he has?' 'He may have done,' replied Lydia, averting her eyes. 'I don't know. You said you wanted him to, Thyrza.' 'Yes, I did--in that way. But I asked him to be friends with us, I don't see why he should keep away from us altogether.' 'But it's only what you had to expect,' said Lydia, rather coldly. In a moment, however, she had altered her voice to add: 'He couldn't be friends with us in the way you mean, dear. Have you been thinking about him?' She showed some anxiety. 'Yes,' said Thyrza, 'I often think about him--but not because I'm sorry for what I did. I shall never be sorry for that. Shall I tell you why? It's something you'd never guess if you tried all night. You could no more guess it than you could--I don't know what!' Lydia looked inquiringly. 'Put your arm round me and have a nice face. As soon as you'd gone to chapel, I thought I'd go down and ask Mr. Grail to lend me a book. I went and knocked at the door, and Mr. Grail was there alone. And he asked me to come and choose a book, and we began to talk, and--Lyddy, he asked me if I'd be his wife.' Lydia's astonishment was for the instant little less than that which had fallen upon Thyrza when she felt her hand in Grail's. Her larger experience, however, speedily brought her to the right point of view; in less time than it would have taken her to express surprise, her wits had arranged a number of little incidents which remained in her memory, and had reviewed them all in the light of this disclosure. This was the meaning of Mr. Grail's reticence, of his apparent coldness at times. Surely she was very dull never to have surmised it. Yet he was so much older than Thyrza; he was so confirmed a student; no, she had never suspected this feeling. All this in a flash of consciousness, whilst she pressed her sister closer to her side. Then: 'And what did you say, dear?' 'I said I would, Lyddy.' The elder sister became very grave. She bit first her lower, then her upper lip. 'You said that at once, Thyrza?' 'Yes. I felt I must.' 'You felt you must?'