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If she had destroyed Mrs. Dorset’s letters, she might havecontinued to hate her; but the fact that they remained in her possessionhad fed her resentment to satiety. Seated under the cheerless blaze of the drawing-room chandelier—Mrs.Peniston never lit the lamps unless there was “company”—Lily seemed towatch her own figure retreating down vistas of neutral-tinted dulness toa middle-age like Grace Stepney’s. When she ceased to amuse Judy Trenorand her friends she would have to fall back on amusing Mrs. Peniston;whichever way she looked she saw only a future of servitude to the whimsof others, never the possibility of asserting her own eager individuality. It was the moment for tact; for the quick bridging over of gaps; butSelden still leaned against the window, a detached observer of the scene,and under the spell of his observation Lily felt herself powerless toexert her usual arts.
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During Lily’s stay at Bellomont, her efforts to attract Gryce’s attention and respect seem to succeed until Lawrence Selden unexpectedly arrives. Intrigued by Selden’s presence, Lily wants to find out if Selden has come for her or for Bertha Dorset, with whom he previously had an affair. When Lily and Selden go on a walk, Selden admits to Lily that he only came for her, and Lily feels that she is falling in love with him. However, the two of them only talk about marrying each other in a playful tone and do not discuss the matter further.
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Lily grew up surrounded by elegance and luxury — an atmosphere she believes she cannot live without. The loss of her father's wealth, coupled with the sudden death of her parents, left her an orphan at twenty. Lacking an inheritance or a caring protector, she adapts to life as a ward of her strait-laced aunt, Julia Peniston, from whom she receives an erratic allowance, a fashionable address, and good food, but little direction or parenting. Lily loathes the neglectful Julia and avoids her whenever possible but is forced to rely on her for her necessities and luxuries. When I wrote House of Mirth I held, without knowing it, two trumps in my hand.
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But at least he HAD loved her—hadbeen willing to stake his future on his faith in her—and if the momenthad been fated to pass from them before they could seize it, he saw nowthat, for both, it had been saved whole out of the ruin of their lives. He laid the note in his card-case, folding it away carefully, assomething made precious by the fact that she had held it so; then,growing once more aware of the lapse of time, he continued hisexamination of the papers. The desk was closed, but on its slanting lid lay two letters which hetook up.
“There would beother ways of showing your sympathy,” she suggested. “Oh, I know—apple-blossoms on blotting-paper; just the kind of thing Ishall be doing myself before long! ” exclaimed Lily, starting up with avehemence of movement that threatened destruction to Miss Farish’sfragile tea-table. “A year ago I should have been of use toyou, and now I should be an encumbrance; and I like you for telling me soquite honestly.” She extended her hand with a smile. The touch of her hand, the moving softness of her look, thrilled avulnerable fibre in Rosedale. It was her exquisite inaccessibleness, thesense of distance she could convey without a hint of disdain, that madeit most difficult for him to give her up.
No one, forinstance, could have made a more typical Goya than Carry Fisher, with hershort dark-skinned face, the exaggerated glow of her eyes, theprovocation of her frankly-painted smile. Then there were Kauffmann nymphs garlanding the altarof Love; a Veronese supper, all sheeny textures, pearl-woven heads andmarble architecture; and a Watteau group of lute-playing comedians,lounging by a fountain in a sunlit glade. She had no immediate intention of repeating to Lily what she had heard,or even of trying to ascertain its truth by means of discreetinterrogation. To do so might be to provoke a scene; and a scene, in theshaken state of Mrs. Peniston’s nerves, with the effects of her dinnernot worn off, and her mind still tremulous with new impressions, was arisk she deemed it her duty to avoid.
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Mrs. Bry, to Mrs. Fisher’s despair, had not progressed beyond the pointof weighing her social alternatives in public. She could not acquire theair of doing things because she wanted to, and making her choice thefinal seal of their fitness. He paused, and examined her attentively while she affected to rearrangethe tea-cups.
The party, it appeared, were hastening toNice in response to a sudden summons to dine with the Duchess ofBeltshire and to see the water-fete in the bay; a plan evidentlyimprovised—in spite of Lord Hubert’s protesting “Oh, I say, youknow,”—for the express purpose of defeating Mrs. Bry’s endeavour tocapture the Duchess. It lay heavier when the postman’s last ring brought no note for her, andshe had to go upstairs to a lonely night—a night as grim and sleeplessas her tortured fancy had pictured it to Gerty. She had never learned tolive with her own thoughts, and to be confronted with them through suchhours of lucid misery made the confused wretchedness of her previousvigil seem easily bearable. Lily was silent, smiling faintly, with her eyes absently resting on hisface. She was in reality reflecting that a declaration would take sometime to make, and that Selden must surely appear before the moment ofrefusal had been reached. Her brooding look, as of a mind withdrawn yetnot averted, seemed to Mr. Rosedale full of a subtle encouragement.
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When she wentupstairs that night she found that the late post had brought her a freshbatch of bills. Mrs. Peniston, who was a conscientious woman, hadforwarded them all to Bellomont. It had been preceded byan equal zeal for socialism, which had in turn replaced an energeticadvocacy of Christian Science. Mrs. Fisher was small, fiery and dramatic;and her hands and eyes were admirable instruments in the service ofwhatever causes she happened to espouse. She had, however, the faultcommon to enthusiasts of ignoring any slackness of response on the partof her hearers, and Lily was amused by her unconsciousness of theresistance displayed in every angle of Mr. Gryce’s attitude.
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Trenor had turned away, and his companion continued tostand before Miss Bart, alert and expectant, his lips parted in a smileat whatever she might be about to say, and his very back conscious of theprivilege of being seen with her. The appeal of her helplessness touched in him, as it always did, a latentchord of inclination. 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. ” He had slipped insensibly intothe use of her Christian name, and she had never found the right momentto correct him.
Percy had been brought up in the principles which so excellent a womanwas sure to inculcate. Every form of prudence and suspicion had beengrafted on a nature originally reluctant and cautious, with the resultthat it would have seemed hardly needful for Mrs. Gryce to extract hispromise about the overshoes, so little likely was he to hazard himselfabroad in the rain. Lily, meanwhile, realizes that she cannot bear the idea of being alone in her room. Therefore, she resolves to go see Gerty Farish, an innocent woman separate from high society whom Lily realizes is her only true friend. Lily spends the night there and, the next day, returns to her aunt Mrs. Peniston’s house, where she lives.
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