The old man had not borne the winter very well; looking at him, Lydia could not help observing that he stooped more than was his habit, and that his face was more drawn.  He did his best to put a bright aspect on things when he talked with her, but there were signs that he found it increasingly difficult to obtain sufficient work.  A few months ago she would have had no scruple in speaking freely on the subject to Mary Bower, or even to Mrs. Bower, and so learning from them whether the old man paid his rent regularly and had enough food.  But from Mary she was estranged—­it seemed as if hopelessly—­and Mrs. Bower had of late been anything but cordial when Lydia went to the shop.  The girl observed that Mr. Boddy was now never to be found seated in the back parlour:  she always had to go up to his room.  She could not bring herself to mention this to him, or indeed to say anything that would suggest her coolness with the Bowers.  Still, it was all tacitly understood, and it made things very uncomfortable.

She was still angry with Mary.  Every night she chid herself for doing what she had never done before—­for nourishing unkindness.  She shed many tears in secret.  But forgiveness would not grow in her heart.  She thought not seldom of the precepts she had heard at chapel, and—­curiously—­they by degrees separated themselves from her individual resentment; much she desired to make them her laws, for they seemed beautiful to her conscience.  Could she but receive that Christian spirit, it would be easy to go to Mary and say, ’I have been wrong; forgive me!’ The day was not yet come.

So she had to turn over plans for helping the poor old man who long ago had so helped her and Thyrza.  Of course she thought of the possibility of his coming to live in Thyrza’s house; yet how propose that?  Thyrza had so much to occupy her; it was not wonderful that she took for granted Mr. Boddy’s well-being.  And would it be justifiable to impose a burden of this kind upon the newly-married pair?  To be sure she could earn enough to pay for the little that Mr. Boddy needed.  Thyrza had almost angrily rejected the idea that her sister should pay rent in the new house; payment for board she would only accept because Lydia declared that if it were not accepted she would live elsewhere.  So there would remain a margin for the old man’s needs.  But his presence in the house was the difficulty.  It might be very inconvenient, and in any ease such a proposal ought to come from Gilbert first of all.  The old man, moreover, was very sensitive on the point involved; such a change would have to be brought about with every delicacy.  Still, it must come to that before long.

Perhaps the best would be to wait until Thyrza was actually married, and discover how the household arrangements worked.  Thyrza herself would then perhaps notice the old man’s failing strength.