'But there's something else, I'm sure there is. You said, 'And I don't either,' in such a queer way. How do you know they don't suit each other?'
'Since grandad's death, you know, I've often been to Mrs. Poole's. She tells me things sometimes. You mustn't think I ever ask, Thyrza. You know that isn't my way. But Mrs. Poole often speaks about her brother. Only two days ago, she told me he wasn't going to marry Totty.'
'Really? And I don't think you'd have said a word about it if I hadn't made you. It's broken off for good?'
'I believe it is.'
Neither spoke for a while. Then Thyrza said:
'I suppose you see Mr. Ackroyd sometimes at the house?'
'Sometimes,' the other replied, heedlessly.
'Does he talk to you, Lyddy?'
'A little. Just a little, sometimes.'
'But why has he broken off with Totty? What does Totty say about it?'