'I don't think I shall,' said Lydia, as she began the braiding. 'You and me are very different, dear. I shall go on in my own way. Do keep still! How am I to tie this ribbon?'
'Kiss me, Lyddy! Say that you love me!'
'I don't think I shall.'
'Lyddy, dear.'
It was said so gravely that Lydia, having finished her task, came round before the chair and looked in her sister's face.
'What?'
'I think I should die if I hadn't someone to love me.'
'I don't think you'll ever want that, Thyrza.'
The other drew a profound sigh, so profound that it left her bosom trembling. And for a few moments she sat in a dream.
Then she proceeded to change her dress and make ready for her formal appearance downstairs on the occasion of Egremont's visit. She had never been so anxious to look well. Lydia affected much impatience with her, but in truth was profoundly happy in her sister's happiness. She looked often at the beautiful face, and thought how proud Gilbert must be.