Was not that Lilian's figure, her walk?
She was moving away from him; he must have a glimpse of her face.

Drawing carefully nearer, on the side opposite to hers--carefully--fearfully--he at length saw her features, then fell back.

Yes, it was Lilian.

Much disguised in that handsome walking-costume, but beyond doubt Lilian.

Still, as of old, she walked with bowed head, modestly.