In the afternoon Philip thought he would go to the Luxembourg to see the pictures, and walking through the garden he saw Fanny Price sitting in her accustomed seat. He was sore at the rudeness with which she had met his well-meant attempt to say something pleasant, and passed as though he had not caught sight of her. But she got up at once and came towards him.
“Are you trying to cut me?” she said.
“No, of course not. I thought perhaps you didn’t want to be spoken to.”
“Where are you going?”
“I wanted to have a look at the Manet, I’ve heard so much about it.”
“Would you like me to come with you? I know the Luxembourg rather well. I could show you one or two good things.”
He understood that, unable to bring herself to apologise directly, she made this offer as amends.
“It’s awfully kind of you. I should like it very much.”
“You needn’t say yes if you’d rather go alone,” she said suspiciously.
“I wouldn’t.”