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Updated: June 26, 2025
At Rushall the narrow valley of the Avon, guarded by the opposing camps of Casterley and Chisenbury, is left for the transverse vale of Pewsey, on the farther side of which are the Marlborough Downs.
If Lord Valleys was the body of the aristocratic machine, Lady Casterley was the steel spring inside it.
Noel, would talk to Miltoun, about the right to be happy, the right to revolt? Eustace ought to revolt! It was his duty. She sat down to write; then, putting on her hat, took the note and slipped downstairs. The flowers of summer in the great glass house at Ravensham were keeping the last afternoon-watch when Clifton summoned Lady Casterley with the words: "Lady Valleys in the white room."
They turned indeed at sound of Barbara's approach, but neither of them spoke or nodded. Not having seen her grandfather since before Miltoun's illness, Barbara found it strange to be so treated; she too took her stand silently before the window. A very large wasp was crawling up the pane, then slipping down with a faint buzz. Suddenly Lady Casterley spoke. "Kill that thing!"
She went to the window and pressed her forehead against the glass, trying to think of nothing. She heard the sound of wheels-Lady Casterley had gone. And then, of all the awful feelings man or woman can know, she experienced the worst: She could not cry! At this most bitter and deserted moment of her life, she felt strangely calm, foreseeing clearly, exactly; what she must do, and where go.
Having received a hot, rather quivering kiss, she walked on, holding somewhat firmly to Barbara's arm. "As for that bull," she murmured, "the brute to attack women!" Barbara looked down at her. "Granny," she said, "are you sure you're not shaken?" Lady Casterley, whose lips were quivering, pressed them together very hard. "Not a b-b-bit."
She might, indeed, err too much the other way from sheer high spirits. As the impudent child had said: "If people had no pasts, they would have no futures." And Lady Casterley could not bear people without futures. She was ambitious; not with the low ambition of one who had risen from nothing, but with the high passion of one on the top, who meant to stay there.
Lady Casterley answered coldly: "To let you and your mother know of this woman's most unselfish behaviour; to put you on the 'qui vive' for what Eustace may do now; to give you a chance to make up for your folly. Moreover to warn you against " she paused. "Yes?" "Let me " interrupted Lord Dennis. "No, Uncle Dennis, let Granny take her shoe!"
She alone was silent Youth criticizing Life; her judgment voiced itself only in the untroubled rise and fall of her young bosom, the impatience of her brows, the downward look of her blue eyes, full of a lazy, inextinguishable light: Lady Valleys sighed. "If only he weren't such a queer boy! He's quite capable of marrying her from sheer perversity." "What!" said Lady Casterley.
Lord Dennis drew forth his handkerchief. "Not with that, Dennis. It will make a mess. Take a paper knife." "I was going to put it out," murmured Lord Dennis. "Let Barbara with her gloves." Barbara moved towards the pane. "It's a hornet, I think," she said. "So he is!" said Lord Dennis, dreamily: "Nonsense," murmured Lady Casterley, "it's a common wasp." "I know it's a hornet, Granny.
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