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In this smile was the whole of his polite and easy-going philosophy. "I am no meddler," it seemed to say; and at sight of that smile Lady Casterley tightened her lips. "He is a firebrand," she said. "I read that book of his against War most inflammatory. Aimed at Grant-and Rosenstern, chiefly. I've just seen, one of the results, outside my own gates. A mob of anti-War agitators."
Lady Casterley, upright in her chair, showed it only by an added decision of speech, a continual restless movement of one hand, a thin line between her usually smooth brows. Lady Valleys wore a puzzled look, as if a little surprised that she felt serious. Agatha looked frankly anxious.
Barbara went crimson. "Abuse my friends, and I will go straight home and never speak to you again." For a moment Lady Casterley looked almost as if she might strike her granddaughter; then a little sardonic smile broke out on her face. "A creditable sentiment!" she said. Letting fall her uncle's hand, Barbara cried: "In any case, I'd better go. I don't know why you sent for me."
For, in the case of Lady Casterley, the old eyes, bright and investigating, could be seen deciding the exact spot for the lips to touch; then the face with its firm chin was darted forward; the lips paused a second, as though to make quite certain, then suddenly dug hard and dry into the middle of the cheek, quavered for the fraction of a second as if trying to remember to be soft, and were relaxed like the elastic of a catapult.
Granny was terrific! "A very charming woman, Lady Casterley." "No doubt; but I am tired of hearing that. What is her story?" "Has she one?" "Ha!" said Lady Casterley. Ever so slightly Barbara let her arm press against Courtiers. It was so delicious to hear Granny getting no forwarder. "I may take it she has a past, then?" "Not from me, Lady Casterley."
Little Ann, after regarding her great-grandmother rather too intently, replied: "Well, I can't come, you see, because I've got to go." "Very well," said Lady Casterley, "then trot along." Little Ann, tightening her lips, walked to the next colony of Nemesia, and bent over the colonists with concentration, showing clearly that she had found something more interesting than had yet been encountered.
Lady Casterley was that inconvenient thing an early riser. No woman in the kingdom was a better judge of a dew carpet. Nature had in her time displayed before her thousands of those pretty fabrics, where all the stars of the past night, dropped to the dark earth, were waiting to glide up to heaven again on the rays of the sun.
Winlow had gone to the piano and was playing to herself, for Lady Casterley, Lady Valleys, and her two daughters had drawn together as though united to face this invading rumour. It was curious testimony to Miltoun's character that, no more here than in the dining-hall, was there any doubt of the integrity of his relations with Mrs. Noel.
But he's very charitable; it may be as Agatha hopes." "I detest vagueness. Why doesn't someone ask the woman?" "You shall come with me, Granny dear, and ask her yourself; you will do it so nicely." Lady Casterley looked up. "We shall see," she said. Something struggled with the autocratic criticism in her eyes. No more than the rest of the world could she help indulging Barbara.
Give me your arm, my dear; my legs feel rather funny." Barbara put her arm round the little figure. They walked on. "I have not been used to bulls lately," said Lady Casterley. The bull came nearer. "Granny," said Barbara, "you must go quietly on to the stile. When you're over I'll come too." "Certainly not," said Lady Casterley, "we will go together.
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