'Very often? Not always together?'
Thyrza was silent, but said presently:
'Perhaps. We can't tell, Lyddy.'
'But you don't think we shall. You don't hope we shall.' Thyrza did not speak.
'No,' Lydia went on, very sadly, 'that's all over and gone. There's something between us, and now there always will be, always. It's very hard for me to lose you like this.'
'Don't speak about it now, Lyddy,' her sister murmured. 'It isn't true that there'll always be something between us. You'll see. But don't speak about it now, dear.'
Lydia brightened, and found other subjects, Then Thyrza said:
'You never told me, Lyddy, what it was that first made you break off with Mary. You know you never would tell me. Is it still a secret?'
'No. I can tell you if you like.'
'Please, do.'