The effort, doubtless, kept the movement from being either as light or as swift as it might have been, and it vaguely attracted his neighbor's attention.

She turned her head and glanced at him, with a glance that evidently expected but to touch him and pass.

It touched him, and it was on the point of passing; then it suddenly checked itself; she had recognized him.

She looked at him, straight and open-eyed, out of the shadow of her parasol, and Bernard stood there--motionless now--receiving her gaze.

How long it lasted need not be narrated.