She choked. Lydia soothed her again, and she continued, with growing agitation: 'Then he said good-bye--he went away very quickly, after just saying he hoped I should be happy. Happy! How can I be happy? And when he was gone, I went somewhere and fell down and cried--somewhere where nobody could see me. He's gone, Lyddy! How am I to live without him?' They held each other. Thyrza sobbed out her anguish until strength failed, then lay in her sister's arms, pale as a corpse. When there had been utter silence for a while, Lydia asked: 'And he has never said anything to you that--that he oughtn't to have said!' 'Said? What did you think? You thought he--he loved _me_?' 'I didn't know, dearest.' 'Oh, if he did! He asked me not to call him 'sir,' and to be his friend--never more than that. You thought he loved me? How could he love a girl like me, Lyddy?' Lydia had followed the unfolding of the tale with growing surprise. It was impossible to doubt Thyrza's truthfulness. Yet there must be more on Egremont's part than appeared. Why did he exact secrecy about those meetings in the library? There was little doubt that Thyrza had betrayed herself to him. True, he had refrained from keeping the appointment for this morning, and it seemed he was going away till after the marriage. But all this was too late. Still he was innocent of the guilt she had suspected. Thyrza had not come to the dreaded harm. Though heartbroken, she was saved. Lydia felt almost joyous for an instant. Bower's gossip might yet be deprived of its sting, for Mr. Egremont would be gone, and--Monday was so near. It was the reaction from her terror. She could think of nothing for the moment but that Thyrza must be preserved from future risk by marriage. Thyrza was lying exhausted. Lydia, deep in thought, was surprised to see a faint smile on the beautiful pale face. 'You thought he loved me?' was whispered. 'Oh, if he did! If he did!' Lydia was still kneeling. New fears were making themselves heard. Was it possible for Thyrza to marry Gilbert under such circumstances, and within five days? What if Gilbert heard Bower's story? Nay, in any case, what of the future? Egremont would be constantly at the library. 'Thyrza, do you never think of Gilbert?' Thyrza raised herself, again the look of wild dread in her eyes. 'Lyddy, I can't marry him! You know now that I can't, don't you? It would be wrong. I shall love _him_ as long as ever I live--love him and think of him every minute. I can't marry Gilbert.' There was silence. Lydia looked up with tearful, appealing eyes. My dearest, think--think what that means? How can you break your word to him--now, when the day's almost here? Think what it'll mean to him. You'll have to tell him the reason, and then--' 'I'll tell him everything. I'll bear it. Can I help it, Lyddy? Am I happy?' 'But you haven't thought, Thyrza. It means that Gilbert will have to go on with his work at the factory.'