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That was the secret of his way of readjusting her vision Lily, turning her eyes froh his retina: it was as though the pink laht let in She looked down the long table, studying its occupants one by one, from Gus Trenor, with his heavy carnivorous head sunk between his shoulders, as he preyed on a jellied plover, to his wife, at the opposite end of the long bank of orchids, suggestive, with her glaring good-looks, of a jeweller'slit by electricity And between the that a long stretch of vacuity! How dreary and trivial these people were! Lily reviewed them with a scornful impatience: Carry Fisher, with her shoulders, her eyes, her divorces, her general air of e Silverton, who hadand write an epic, and who now lived on his friends and had beco-list, whoseof invitations and the engraving of dinner-cards; Wetherall, with his perpetual nervous nod of acquiescence, his air of agreeing with people before he knehat they were saying; Jack Stepney, with his confident smile and anxious eyes, half way between the sheriff and an heiress; Gwen Van Osburgh, with all the guileless confidence of a young girl who has always been told that there is no one richer than her father

Lily smiled at her classification of her friends How different they had seeo! Then they had sy, now they stood for what she was giving up That very afternoon they had seemed full of brilliant qualities; now she saw that they were litter of their opportunities she saw the poverty of their achievement It was not that she wanted them to be more disinterested; but she would have liked them to be more picturesque And she had a shamed recollection of the way in which, a few hours since, she had felt the centripetal force of their standards She closed her eyes an instant, and the vacuous routine of the life she had chosen stretched before her like a long white road without dip or turning: it was true she was to roll over it in a carriage instead of trudging it on foot, but sometimes the pedestrian enjoys the diversion of a short cut which is denied to those on wheels

She was roused by a chuckle which Mr Dorset seemed to eject from the depths of his lean throat