He led the way, taking up his hat from the desk.  Thyrza was overcoming her timidity.  All she had ever heard of Egremont prepared her to find him full of gentleness and courtesy and good-humour; already she thought that far too little had been said in his praise.  His singular smile occupied her imagination; she wished to keep her eyes on his face, for the pleasure of following its changes.  Indeed, like her own, his features were very mobile, and the various emotions now stirring within him animated his look.  She kept at a little distance from him, and listened with the keenest interest to all he said.  When he paused, after telling her the number of books he had decided to begin with, she said: 

’Mr. Grail does so look forward to it.  I’m sure nothing could have made him so happy.’

Egremont was pleased with a note of sincerity, of self forgetfulness in these words.  He replied: 

’I am very glad.  I know he’ll be at home among books.  Are you fond of reading?’

’Yes, sir.  Mr. Grail lends me books, and explains what I don’t understand.’

‘No doubt you will find plenty of time.’

’Yes, sir.  I shan’t go to work then.  But of course there’ll be the house to look after.’

Egremont glanced towards the windows and murmured an assent.  Thyrza moved a little nearer the door.

‘I think I’ll go, now I’ve seen everything.’

‘I am going myself.’

She preceded him down the stairs.  He watched her ungloved hand touch place after place on the railing, watched her slightly bent head with its long braid of gold and the knot of blue ribbon.  At the turning to the lower flight, he caught a glimpse of her profile, and felt that he would not readily forget its perfectness.  At the foot he asked: 

‘Do you wish to pass through the house?  If not, this door is open.’

‘I’ll go this way, sir.’

She just raised her face.

‘Good-bye, Miss Trent,’ he said, offering his hand.

‘Good-bye, sir.’

Then he opened the door for her.  After standing for a few moments in the vestibule, he went to speak a word to the caretaker.

Thyrza walked home, looking neither to right nor to left.  There was a little spot of colour on each cheek which would not melt away.  Reaching the room upstairs, she sat down without taking off her things.  She ought to have prepared her dinner, but did not think of it, and at length she was startled by hearing a clock strike three.

She ran down to the Grails’ room.  Gilbert and his mother had just finished their meal.  The latter gossiped for a moment, then went out.

‘I want you to go somewhere with me,’ Gilbert said.

‘Yes, I’m quite ready; but—­’

‘But—­’

’I have something to tell you, Gilbert.  I wonder whether you’ll be cross.’

‘When was I cross last, Thyrza?’

’No, but I’m not sure whether I ought to have done something.  As I was coming home, I thought I’d walk past the house.  When I got there, I thought I’d just go up the passage and look.  And that old woman met me, and asked me if it was me that was going to live there.  How did she know?’