Lily paused as she caught sight of the group; for a moment she seemed about to withdraw, but thinking better of this, she announced her approach by a slight shake of her skirts which made the couple raise their heads, Mrs. Dorset with a look of frank displeasure, and Selden with his usual quiet smile. The sight of his composure had a disturbing effect on Lily; but to be disturbed was in her case to make a more brilliant effort at self-possession.
“Dear me, am I late?” she asked, putting a hand in his as he advanced to greet her.
“Late for what?” enquired Mrs. Dorset tartly. “Not for luncheon, certainly—but perhaps you had an earlier engagement?”
“Yes, I had,” said Lily confidingly.
“Really? Perhaps I am in the way, then? But Mr. Selden is entirely at your disposal.” Mrs. Dorset was pale with temper, and her antagonist felt a certain pleasure in prolonging her distress.
“Oh, dear, no—do stay,” she said good-humouredly. “I don’t in the least want to drive you away.”
“You’re awfully good, dear, but I never interfere with Mr. Selden’s engagements.”
The remark was uttered with a little air of proprietorship not lost on its object, who concealed a faint blush of annoyance by stooping to pick up the book he had dropped at Lily’s approach. The latter’s eyes widened charmingly and she broke into a light laugh.
“But I have no engagement with Mr. Selden! My engagement was to go to church; and I’m afraid the omnibus has started without me. HAS it started, do you know?”
She turned to Selden, who replied that he had heard it drive away some time since.
“Ah, then I shall have to walk; I promised Hilda and Muriel to go to church with them. It’s too late to walk there, you say? Well, I shall have the credit of trying, at any rate—and the advantage of escaping part of the service. I’m not so sorry for myself, after all!”
And with a bright nod to the couple on whom she had intruded, Miss Bart strolled through the glass doors and carried her rustling grace down the long perspective of the garden walk.
She was taking her way churchward, but at no very quick pace; a fact not lost on one of her observers, who stood in the doorway looking after her with an air of puzzled amusement. The truth is that she was conscious of a somewhat keen shock of disappointment. All her plans for the day had been built on the assumption that it was to see her that Selden had come to Bellomont. She had expected, when she came downstairs, to find him on the watch for her; and she had found him, instead, in a situation which might well denote that he had been on the watch for another lady. Was it possible, after all, that he had come for Bertha Dorset? The latter had acted on the assumption to the extent of appearing at an hour when she never showed herself to ordinary mortals, and Lily, for the moment, saw no way of putting her in the wrong. It did not occur to her that Selden might have been actuated merely by the desire to spend a Sunday out of town: women never learn to dispense with the sentimental motive in their judgments of men. But Lily was not easily disconcerted; competition put her on her mettle, and she reflected that Selden’s coming, if it did not declare him to be still in Mrs. Dorset’s toils, showed him to be so completely free from them that he was not afraid of her proximity.
These thoughts so engaged her that she fell into a gait hardly likely to carry her to church before the sermon, and at length, having passed from the gardens to the wood-path beyond, so far forgot her intention as to sink into a rustic seat at a bend of the walk. The spot was charming, and Lily was not insensible to the charm, or to the fact that her presence enhanced it; but she was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company, and the combination of a handsome girl and a romantic scene struck her as too good to be wasted. No one, however, appeared to profit by the opportunity; and after a half hour of fruitless waiting she rose and wandered on. She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.
Her footsteps flagged, and she stood gazing listlessly ahead, digging the ferny edge of the path with the tip of her sunshade. As she did so a step sounded behind her, and she saw Selden at her side.
“How fast you walk!” he remarked. “I thought I should never catch up with you.”
She answered gaily: “You must be quite breathless! I’ve been sitting under that tree for an hour.”
“Waiting for me, I hope?” he rejoined; and she said with a vague laugh:
“Well—waiting to see if you would come.”
“I seize the distinction, but I don’t mind it, since doing the one involved doing the other. But weren’t you sure that I should come?”
“If I waited long enough—but you see I had only a limited time to give to the experiment.”
“Why limited? Limited by luncheon?”
“No; by my other engagement.”
“Your engagement to go to church with Muriel and Hilda?”
“No; but to come home from church with another person.”
“Ah, I see; I might have known you were fully provided with alternatives. And is the other person coming home this way?”
Lily laughed again. “That’s just what I don’t know; and to find out, it is my business to get to church before the service is over.”
“Exactly; and it is my business to prevent your doing so; in which case the other person, piqued by your absence, will form the desperate resolve of driving back in the omnibus.”
Lily received this with fresh appreciation; his nonsense was like the bubbling of her inner mood. “Is that what you would do in such an emergency?” she enquired.
Selden looked at her with solemnity. “I am here to prove to you,” he cried, “what I am capable of doing in an emergency!”
“Walking a mile in an hour—you must own that the omnibus would be quicker!”
“Ah—but will he find you in the end? That’s the only test of success.”
They looked at each other with the same luxury of enjoyment that they had felt in exchanging absurdities over his tea-table; but suddenly Lily’s face changed, and she said: “Well, if it is, he has succeeded.”
Selden, following her glance, perceived a party of people advancing toward them from the farther bend of the path. Lady Cressida had evidently