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and she wished she had a clearer notion of the exact nature of the transaction which seemed to have put her in his power; but her mind shrank from any unusual application, and she was always helplessly puzzled by figures. Moreover she had not seen Trenor since the day of the Van Osburgh wedding, and in his continued absence the trace of Rosedaleā€™s words was soon effaced by other impressions.

When the opening night of the opera came, her apprehensions had so completely vanished that the sight of Trenorā€™s ruddy countenance in the back of Mr. Rosedaleā€™s box filled her with a sense of pleasant reassurance. Lily had not quite reconciled herself to the necessity of appearing as Rosedaleā€™s guest on so conspicuous an occasion, and it was a relief to find herself supported by anyone of her own setā ā€”for Mrs. Fisherā€™s social habits were too promiscuous for her presence to justify Miss Bartā€™s.

To Lily, always inspirited by the prospect of showing her beauty in public, and conscious tonight of all the added enhancements of dress, the insistency of Trenorā€™s gaze merged itself in the general stream of admiring looks of which she felt herself the centre. Ah, it was good to be young, to be radiant, to glow with the sense of slenderness, strength and elasticity, of well-poised lines and happy tints, to feel oneā€™s self lifted to a height apart by that incommunicable grace which is the bodily counterpart of genius!

All means seemed justifiable to attain such an end, or rather, by a happy shifting of lights with which practice had familiarized Miss Bart, the cause shrank to a pinpoint in the general brightness of the effect. But brilliant young ladies, a little blinded by their own effulgence, are apt to forget that the modest satellite drowned in their light is still performing its own revolutions and generating heat at its own rate. If Lilyā€™s poetic enjoyment of the moment was undisturbed by the base thought that her gown and opera cloak had been indirectly paid for by Gus Trenor, the latter had not sufficient poetry in his composition to lose sight of these prosaic facts. He knew only that he had never seen Lily look smarter in her life, that there wasnā€™t a woman in the house who showed off good clothes as she did, and that hitherto he, to whom she owed the opportunity of making this display, had reaped no return beyond that of gazing at her in company with several hundred other pairs of eyes.

It came to Lily therefore as a disagreeable surprise when, in the back of the box, where they found themselves alone between two acts, Trenor said, without preamble, and in a tone of sulky authority: ā€œLook here, Lily, how is a fellow ever to see anything of you? Iā€™m in town three or four days in the week, and you know a line to the club will always find me, but you donā€™t seem to remember my existence nowadays unless you want to get a tip out of me.ā€

The fact that the remark was in distinctly bad taste did not make it any easier to answer, for Lily was vividly aware that it was not the moment for that drawing up of her slim figure and surprised lifting of the brows by which she usually quelled incipient signs of familiarity.

ā€œIā€™m very much flattered by your wanting to see me,ā€ she returned, essaying lightness instead, ā€œbut, unless you have mislaid my address, it would have been easy to find me any afternoon at my auntā€™sā ā€”in fact, I rather expected you to look me up there.ā€

If she hoped to mollify him by this last concession the attempt was a failure, for he only replied, with the familiar lowering of the brows that made him look his dullest when he was angry: ā€œHang going to your auntā€™s, and wasting the afternoon listening to a lot of other chaps talking to you! You know Iā€™m not the kind to sit in a crowd and jawā ā€”Iā€™d always rather clear out when that sort of circus is going on. But why canā€™t we go off somewhere on a little lark togetherā ā€”a nice quiet little expedition like that drive at Bellomont, the day you met me at the station?ā€

He leaned unpleasantly close in order to convey this suggestion, and she fancied she caught a significant aroma which explained the dark flush on his face and the glistening dampness of his forehead.

The idea that any rash answer might provoke an unpleasant outburst tempered her disgust with caution, and she answered with a laugh: ā€œI donā€™t see how one can very well take country drives in town, but I am not always surrounded by an admiring throng, and if you will let me know what afternoon you are coming I will arrange things so that we can have a nice quiet talk.ā€

ā€œHang talking! Thatā€™s what you always say,ā€ returned Trenor, whose expletives lacked variety. ā€œYou put me off with that at the Van Osburgh weddingā ā€”but the plain English of it is that, now youā€™ve got what you wanted out of me, youā€™d rather have any other fellow about.ā€

His voice had risen sharply with the last words, and Lily flushed with annoyance, but she kept command of the situation and laid a persuasive hand on his arm.

ā€œDonā€™t be foolish, Gus; I canā€™t let you talk to me in that ridiculous way. If you really want to see me, why shouldnā€™t we take a walk in the Park some afternoon? I agree with you that itā€™s amusing to be rustic in town, and if you like Iā€™ll meet you there, and weā€™ll go and feed the squirrels, and you shall take me out on the lake in the steam-gondola.ā€

She smiled as she spoke, letting her eyes rest on his in a way that took the edge from her banter and made him suddenly malleable to her will.

ā€œAll right, then: thatā€™s a go. Will you come tomorrow? Tomorrow at three oā€™clock, at the end of

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