seven o'clock
Her attendance was of the kind which inspires trust ; Lydia , always fretting herself into the extreme of nervousness if her dear one lost for a day the wonted health , was thankful she had not to depend on Mrs. Jarmey 's offices . Thyrza had spent a day in bed , but could now sit by the fire ; her chair came from the Grails ' parlour , and was the very one which had always seemed to her so comfortable . Her wish that Lyddy should sit in it had at length been gratified . It was seven o'clock on Friday evening . The table was drawn near to Thyrza 's chair , and Thyrza was engaged in counting out silver coins , which she took from a capacious old purse . Lydia leaned on the table opposite . ` Twenty-four , twenty-five , twenty-six !