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She had again addressed herself to the shelves, but her eyes now sweptthem inattentively, and he saw that she was preoccupied with a new idea. She smiled at him across the tea-pot which she was holding up to befilled. Her colour deepened—she still had the art of blushing at the righttime—but she took the suggestion as lightly as it was made. She glanced with interest along the new brick and limestone house-fronts,fantastically varied in obedience to the American craving for novelty,but fresh and inviting with their awnings and flower-boxes.

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The sacrifice she had made had seemed unavailing enough;no trace remained in Lily of the subduing influences of that hour; butGerty’s tenderness, disciplined by long years of contact with obscure andinarticulate suffering, could wait on its object with a silentforbearance which took no account of time. She could not, however, denyherself the solace of taking anxious counsel with Lawrence Selden, withwhom, since his return from Europe, she had renewed her old relation ofcousinly confidence. Suddenly her wild pacing brought her before the clock on thechimney-piece. Its hands stood at half-past three, and she rememberedthat Selden was to come to her at four. She had meant to put him off witha word—but now her heart leaped at the thought of seeing him.

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These include the Wellington Brys, who are newcomers to the New York social scene, and whose social rise is being engineered by Carry Fisher. Carry, a fallen aristocrat who supports herself by acting as a social secretary to usher newly wealthy people into fashionable society, invites Lily to social events hosted by Louisa Bry. In the eyes of high society, Lily cheapens herself by voluntarily associating with her social inferiors.

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Themute lips on the pillow refused him more than this—unless indeed theyhad told him the rest in the kiss they had left upon his forehead. Yes,he could now read into that farewell all that his heart craved to findthere; he could even draw from it courage not to accuse himself forhaving failed to reach the height of his opportunity. He turned and looked about him, sternly compelling himself to regain hisconsciousness of outward things. The shabby chest of drawers was spread with a lace cover, and setout with a few gold-topped boxes and bottles, a rose-colouredpin-cushion, a glass tray strewn with tortoise-shell hair-pins—he shrankfrom the poignant intimacy of these trifles, and from the blank surfaceof the toilet-mirror above them.

He stood looking down onthe sleeping face which seemed to lie like a delicate impalpable maskover the living lineaments he had known. He felt that the real Lily wasstill there, close to him, yet invisible and inaccessible; and thetenuity of the barrier between them mocked him with a sense ofhelplessness. There had never been more than a little impalpable barrierbetween them—and yet he had suffered it to keep them apart! And now,though it seemed slighter and frailer than ever, it had suddenly hardenedto adamant, and he might beat his life out against it in vain.

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On receiving Lily’s assurance that she much preferred the friendlyproximity of the kitchen fire, Mrs. Struther proceeded to prepare abottle of infantile food, which she tenderly applied to the baby’simpatient lips; and while the ensuing degustation went on, she seatedherself with a beaming countenance beside her visitor. It WAS warm in the kitchen, which, when Nettie Struther’s match had madea flame leap from the gas-jet above the table, revealed itself to Lily asextraordinarily small and almost miraculously clean. A fire shone throughthe polished flanks of the iron stove, and near it stood a crib in whicha baby was sitting upright, with incipient anxiety struggling forexpression on a countenance still placid with sleep.

It would have meant nothing to him to discover thathis nearness made her more brilliant, but this glimpse of a twilight moodto which he alone had the clue seemed once more to set him in a worldapart with her. If anything was needed to put the last touch to her self-abasement it wasthe sense of the way her old life was opening its ruts again to receiveher. Yesterday her fancy had fluttered free pinions above a choice ofoccupations; now she had to drop to the level of the familiar routine, inwhich moments of seeming brilliancy and freedom alternated with longhours of subjection. The excursionists would be gone at least four hours; Lily and Selden hadthe whole afternoon before them, and the sense of leisure and safety gavethe last touch of lightness to her spirit.

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She tried to repeat the word, which lingered vague and luminous onthe far edge of thought—she was afraid of not remembering it when shewoke; and if she could only remember it and say it to him, she felt thateverything would be well. “Oh, she must not do that—I should be afraid to come and see her toooften! ” she said with a smile; and then, resisting Mrs. Struther’sanxious offer of companionship, and reiterating the promise that ofcourse she would come back soon, and make George’s acquaintance, and seethe baby in her bath, she passed out of the kitchen and went alone downthe tenement stairs. She looked up, and saw Nettie’s eyes resting on her with tenderness andexultation.

On the present occasion, however, a variety of reasonshad combined to bring her to town; and foremost among them was the factthat she had fewer invitations than usual for the autumn. She had so longbeen accustomed to pass from one country-house to another, till the closeof the holidays brought her friends to town, that the unfilled gaps oftime confronting her produced a sharp sense of waning popularity. They would welcomeher in a new character, but as Miss Bart they knew her by heart. There weremoments when she longed blindly for anything different, anything strange,remote and untried; but the utmost reach of her imagination did not gobeyond picturing her usual life in a new setting. She could not figureherself as anywhere but in a drawing-room, diffusing elegance as a flowersheds perfume.

Lily, unaware of Bertha's machinations, blames Judy for having been the one to set the match up. Lily Bart is a beautiful but impoverished socialite, who is seeking a husband to secure her future. Her success is challenged by her advancing age — at twenty-nine, she has been on the "marriage market" for more than ten years — and her debts from gambling at bridge.

Her intentions in short had never been more definite; but poorLily, for all the hard glaze of her exterior, was inwardly as malleableas wax. Her faculty for adapting herself, for entering into otherpeople’s feelings, if it served her now and then in small contingencies,hampered her in the decisive moments of life. She was like a water-plantin the flux of the tides, and today the whole current of her mood wascarrying her toward Lawrence Selden. It was the last question which, at thatmoment, should have engaged her. She might better have contented herselfwith thinking that he had simply responded to the despairing summons ofhis hostess, anxious to interpose him between herself and the ill-humourof Mrs. Dorset. But Lily had not rested till she learned from Mrs. Trenorthat Selden had come of his own accord.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as thosewhich will sustain the weight of human vanity; and the sense of being ofimportance among the insignificant was enough to restore to Miss Bart thegratifying consciousness of power. If these people paid court to her itproved that she was still conspicuous in the world to which they aspired;and she was not above a certain enjoyment in dazzling them by herfineness, in developing their puzzled perception of her superiorities. All her life Lily had seen money go out as quickly as it came in, andwhatever theories she cultivated as to the prudence of setting aside apart of her gains, she had unhappily no saving vision of the risks of theopposite course. It was a keen satisfaction to feel that, for a fewmonths at least, she would be independent of her friends’ bounty, thatshe could show herself abroad without wondering whether some penetratingeye would detect in her dress the traces of Judy Trenor’s refurbishedsplendour.

It wasa relief to those who had hung back from her to find themselves thusjustified, and they were inclined to insist a little on her connectionwith the Hatch case in order to show that they had been right. Left to herself, Gerty mused distressfully upon her friend’s plight, andher own inability to relieve it. It was clear to her that Lily, for thepresent, had no wish for the kind of help she could give.

Long garden-wallsoverhung by trees made a dark boundary to the pavement; an empty cabtrailed along the deserted thoroughfare, and presently Selden saw twopersons emerge from the opposite shadows, signal to the cab, and driveoff in it toward the centre of the town. The moonlight touched them asthey paused to enter the carriage, and he recognized Mrs. Dorset andyoung Silverton. The pertinence of the question checked Selden’s fugitive impulse beforethe train had started. It was ridiculous to be flying like an emotionalcoward from an infatuation his reason had conquered.