'No, Gilbert, no! If you'll forgive me for behaving unkindly.'
'Dear, how can there be any forgiving, so long as I love you? There must be blame before there is need of forgiveness, and I love you too well to think a reproachful thought.'
She bent her head and sobbed.
'Thyrza, is it any happiness to you to know that I love you?'
'Yes, it is. You are very good. I know I am making you suffer.'
'But I shall see the old face again, before long?'
'Soon. I shall be myself again soon.'
She left him and went upstairs. A minute or two after. Lydia knocked at the door.
'Thyrza has gone up?' she asked.
'Yes. Come here, Lydia!'