THYRZA
by
GEORGE GISSING
CONTENTS
| I | [AMONG THE HILLS] |
| II | [THE IDEALIST] |
| III | [A CORNER OF LAMBETH] |
| IV | [THYRZA SINGS] |
| V | [A LAND OF TWILIGHT] |
| VI | [DISINHERITED] |
| VII | [THE WORK IN PROGRESS] |
| VIII | [A CLASP OF HANDS] |
| IX | [A GOLDEN PROSPECT] |
| X | [TEMPTING FORTUNE] |
| XI | [A MAN WITH A FUTURE] |
| XII | [LIGHTS AND SHADOWS] |
| XIII | [THYRZA SINGS AGAIN] |
| XIV | [MISTS] |
| XV | [A SECOND VISIT TO WALNUT TREE WALK] |
| XVI | [SEA MUSIC] |
| XVII | [ADRIFT] |
| XVIII | [DRAWING NEARER] |
| XIX | [A SONG WITHOUT WORDS] |
| XX | [RAPIDS] |
| XXI | [MISCHIEF AFOOT] |
| XXII | [GOOD-BYE] |
| XXIII | [CONFESSION] |
| XXIV | [THE END OF THE DREAM] |
| XXV | [A BIRD OF THE AIR] |
| XXVI | [IDEALIST AND HIS FRIEND] |
| XXVII | [FOUND] |
| XXVIII | [HOPE SURPRISED] |
| XXIX | [TOGETHER AGAIN] |
| XXX | [MOVEMENTS] |
| XXXI | [AN OLD MAN'S REST] |
| XXXII | [TOTTY'S LUCK] |
| XXXIII | [THE HEART AND ITS SECRET] |
| XXXIV | [A LOAN ON SECURITY] |
| XXXV | [THREE LETTERS] |
| XXXVI | [THYRZA WAITS] |
| XXXVII | [A FRIENDLY OFFICE] |
| XXXVIII | [THE TRUTH] |
| XXXIX | [HER RETURN] |
| XL | [HER REWARD] |
| XLI | [THE LIVING] |
CHAPTER I
AMONG THE HILLS
There were three at the breakfast-table—Mr. Newthorpe, his daughter Annabel, and their visitor (Annabel's Cousin), Miss Paula Tyrrell. It was a small, low, soberly-furnished room, the walls covered with carelessly-hung etchings and water-colours, and with photographs which were doubtless mementoes of travel; dwarf bookcases held overflowings from the library; volumes in disorder, clearly more for use than ornament. The casements were open to let in the air of a July morning. Between the thickets of the garden the eye caught glimpses of sun-smitten lake and sheer hillside; for the house stood on the shore of Ullswater.
Of the three breakfasting, Miss Tyrrell was certainly the one whose presence would least allow itself to be overlooked. Her appetite was hearty, but it scarcely interfered with the free flow of her airy talk, which was independent of remark or reply from her companions. Though it was not apparent in her demeanour, this young lady was suffering under a Calamity; her second 'season' had been ruined at its very culmination by a ludicrous contretemps in the shape of an attack of measles. Just when she flattered herself that she had never looked so lovely, an instrument of destiny embraced her in the shape of an affectionate child, and lo! she was a fright. Her constitution had soon thrown off the evil thing, but Mrs. Tyrrell decreed her banishment for a time to the remote dwelling of her literary uncle. Once more Paula was lovely, and yet one could scarcely say that the worst was over, seeing that she was constrained to pass summer days within view of Helvellyn when she might have been in Piccadilly.