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 insisted on walking home, and the rest of the church-goers had thought it their duty to accompany her. Lily’s companion looked rapidly from one to the other of the two men of the party; Wetherall walking respectfully at Lady Cressida’s side with his little sidelong look of nervous attention, and Percy Gryce bringing up the rear with Mrs. Wetherall and the Trenors.
“Ah–now I see why you were getting up your Americana!” Selden exclaimed with a note of the freest admiration but the blush with which the sally was received checked whatever amplifications he had meant to give it.
That Lily Bart should object to being bantered about her suitors, or even about her means of attracting them, was so new to Selden that he had a momentary flash of surprise, which lit up a number of possibilities; but she rose gallantly to the defence of her confusion, by saying, as its object approached: “That was why I was waiting for you–to thank you for having given me so many points!”
“Ah, you can hardly do justice to the subject in such a short time,” said Selden, as the Trenor girls caught sight of Miss Bart; and while she signalled a response to their boisterous greeting, he added quickly: “Won’t you devote your afternoon to it? You know I must be off tomorrow morning. We’ll take a walk, and you can thank me at your leisure.”
The afternoon was perfect. A deeper stillness possessed the air, and the glitter of the American autumn was tempered by a haze which diffused the brightness without dulling it.
In the woody hollows of the park there was already a faint chill; but as the ground rose the air grew lighter, and ascending the long slopes beyond the high-road, Lily and her companion reached a zone of lingering summer. The path wound across a meadow with scattered trees; then it dipped into a lane plumed with asters and purpling sprays of bramble, whence, through the light quiver of ash-leaves, the country unrolled itself in pastoral distances.