This 'yes' was said rather mysteriously. And Lydia's subsequent behaviour was also mysterious. She took her hat off and stood with it in her hand, as if not knowing where to put it. Then she sat down, forgetting that she still wore her jacket. Reminded of this, she stood about the room, undecidedly.
'What are you thinking of, Lyddy?'
'Nothing.'
She sat down at last, but had so singular a countenance that Thyrza was obliged to remark on it.
'What have you been doing? Never mind, if you'd rather not tell me.'
Two or three minutes passed before Lydia could make up her mind to tell. She began by saying:
'You know when I went down to see Mary this morning?'
'Yes,'
'She said she'd seen—that she'd seen Mrs. Poole, and that I was to be sure to go round to Mrs. Poole's some time in the afternoon, as she wanted to see me, particular.'
'Yes. And that's where you went?'