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She had never before seen her mother look as if she heard Defeat passing on its dark wings. And moved by sudden tenderness for the little frail body that had borne her so long ago, she murmured almost with surprise: "Mother, dear!" "Yes," said Lady Casterley, as if speaking to herself, "the boy saves things up; he stores his feelings they burst and sweep him away.
"I am not entitled to ask your story," Lady Casterley went on, "but if you make mysteries you must expect the worst interpretation put on them. My grandson is a man of the highest principle; he does not see things with the eyes of the world, and that should have made you doubly careful not to compromise him, especially at a time like this." Mrs. Noel smiled.
She edged nearer and nearer, till, seeing that they paid no more heed to her than if she were an attendant statue, she had regained her position by the window. Lady Casterley was speaking. "I was not going to see you ruined before my eyes, Eustace. I did what I did at very great cost. I did my best for you."
When he had left her, Lady Casterley sat down in a little low chair long she sat there by the empty hearth, till the daylight, was all gone. Not far from the dark-haloed indeterminate limbo where dwelt that bugbear of Charles Courtier, the great Half-Truth Authority, he himself had a couple of rooms at fifteen shillings a week.
N ?" Seeing "Yes" in his eyes, she added quickly: "And M ?" Courtier nodded. "I thought that was coming. Let them babble! Who cares?" She caught an approving glance, and the word, "Good!" But the car had drawn up at Bucklandbury Station. The little grey figure of Lady Casterley, coming out of the station doorway, showed but slight sign of her long travel.
With her thin nostrils distended to this scent, Lady Casterley bore a distinct resemblance to a small, fine game-bird. "You smell nice down here," she said. "Now, Mr. Courtier, before I forget who is this Mrs. Lees Noel that I hear so much of?" At that question, Barbara could not help sliding her eyes round. How would he stand up to Granny? It was the moment to see what he was made of.
Lady Casterley lowered the coronetted sheet of paper. The ghost of a grimace haunted her face she had not forgotten her daughter's youth. Raising the letter again, she read on: "I'm sure Geoffrey and I feel years younger than either Miltoun or Agatha, though we did produce them. One doesn't feel it with Bertie or Babs, luckily. The war scare is having an excellent effect on Miltoun's candidature.
Resentment rose in Lady Valleys, that anyone should knew her son better than herself; but she lost it again looking at the little figure, and said, sighing: "Well?" Lady Casterley murmured: "Go away, child; I must think. You say he's to consult' Dennis? Do you know her address? Ask Barbara when you get back and telephone it to me.
"I said: What is the use of our being what we are, if we can't love whom we like?" "Love!" said Lady Casterley; "I was talking of marriage." "I am glad you admit the distinction, Granny dear." "You are pleased to be sarcastic," said Lady Casterley. "Listen to me! It's the greatest nonsense to suppose that people in our caste are free to do as they please.
Thomas can go in and fetch you some clothes. Or, better, though I dislike them, we can telephone to your mother for a car. It's very hot for trains. Arrange that, please, Clifton!" To this project Miltoun raised no objection. And all through the drive he remained sunk in an indifference and lassitude which to Lady Casterley seemed in the highest degree ominous.
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