'You and me are very different, dear.

I shall go on in my own way.

_Do_ keep still! _How_ am I to tie this ribbon ?' 'Kiss me, Lyddy! Say that you love me!' 'I don't think I shall.' 'Lyddy, dear.' It was said so gravely that Lydia, having finished her task, came round before the chair and looked in her sister's face.
'What ?' 'I think I should die if I hadn't someone to love me.' 'I don't think you'll ever want that, Thyrza.' The other drew a profound sigh, so profound that it left her bosom trembling.

And for a few moments she sat in a dream.
Then she proceeded to change her dress and make ready for her formal appearance downstairs on the occasion of Egremont's visit.

She had never been so anxious to look well.