'It was because Mary spoke against Mr. Ackroyd. I still don't think that she ought to have spoken as she did, and Mary owns she was unkind; but I understand better now what she meant.'
'What was it she said?'
'It was about his having no religion, and that, because he had none, he did things he couldn't have done if he'd felt in the right way.'
'Yes, I understand,' Thyrza mused. She added: 'He's still not married?'
'No.'
'Why not?—Lyddy, I don't believe they ever will be married.'
'And I don't either, dear.'
Thyrza looked quickly at her sister. Lydia was again playing with pebbles, not quite smiling, but nearly.
'You don't. Then what has happened? Won't you tell me?'
'I don't think they suit each other.'