There was no reply to this, so Thyrza said another farewell and left the house.
She got back to her room, and, hopeless of otherwise passing the time till Lydia's return, lay down on the bed. Perhaps she could close her eyes for half an hour. But when she had turned restlessly from one side to the other, there came a knock at the door. She knew it must be Mrs. Grail, and made no answer. But the knock was repeated, and the door opened. Mrs. Grail looked in, and, seeing Thyrza, came to the bedside.
'Aren't you well, my dear?' she asked, gently.
Thyrza made pretence of having just awoke.
'I thought I'd try and sleep a little,' she replied, holding her face with one hand. 'No, I don't feel quite well.'
'Lie quiet, then. I won't disturb you. Come down as soon as you'd like some tea.'
It was a weary time till Lydia returned, although she came back nearly half an hour earlier than usual. Thyrza still lay on the bed. When they had exchanged a few words, the latter said:
'I don't think I can go to-night, Lyddy. My head's bad.'
'Oh, what a pity! Can't we do something to make it better?'
Thyrza turned her face away.