Florence was soon called off to receive some other guest, and Lilias
spent a considerable time in sitting under a tree talking to Miss
Aylmer, whom she found exceedingly pleasant and agreeable,
remembering all that had happened during their former intercourse,
and interested in everything that was going on. Lily was much amused
when her companion asked her who that gentleman was--'that tall, thin
young man, with dark hair, whom she had seen once or twice speaking
to Lord Rotherwood?'
The tall gentleman advanced, spoke to Miss Aylmer, told Lily that the
world was verging towards the tent, and giving one arm to her and the
other to Miss Aylmer, took that direction. In the meantime Phyllis
had been walking about with her eldest sister, and wondering what had
become of all the others. In process of time she found herself
seated on a high bench in the tent, with a most beautiful pink-and-
white sugar temple on the table before her. She was between Eleanor
and Frank. All along one side of the table was a row of faces which
she had never seen before, and she gazed at them in search of some
well-known countenance. At last Mr. Weston caught her eye, and
nodded to her.
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