Dorset’stoils，showedhimtobesocompletelyfreefromthemthathewasnotafraidofherproximity。
Thesethoughtssoengagedherthatshefellintoagaithardlylikelytocarryhertochurchbeforethesermon，andatlength，havingpassedfromthegardenstothewood-pathbeyond，sofarforgotherintentionastosinkintoarusticseatatabendofthewalk。Thespotwascharming，andLilywasnotinsensibletothecharm，ortothefactthatherpresenceenhancedit；butshewasnotaccustomedtotastethejoysofsolitudeexceptincompany，andthecombinationofahandsomegirlandaromanticscenestruckherastoogoodtobewasted。Noone，however，appearedtoprofitbytheopportunity；andafterahalfhouroffruitlesswaitingsheroseandwanderedon。Shefeltastealingsenseoffatigueasshewalked；thesparklehaddiedoutofher，andthetasteoflifewasstaleonherlips。Shehardlyknewwhatshehadbeenseeking，orwhythefailuretofindithadsoblottedthelightfromhersky:shewasonlyawareofavaguesenseoffailure，ofaninnerisolationdeeperthanthelonelinessabouther。
Herfootstepsflagged，andshestoodgazinglistlesslyahead，diggingthefernyedgeofthepathwiththetipofhersunshade。
Asshedidsoastepsoundedbehindher，andshesawSeldenatherside。
\"Howfastyouwalk！\"heremarked。\"IthoughtIshouldnevercatchupwithyou。\"