They passed her and entered the second field.

Half way across, Barbara said quietly: "Granny, that's a bull!" It was indeed an enormous bull, who had been standing behind a clump of bushes.

He was moving slowly towards them, still distant about two hundred yards; a great red beast, with the huge development of neck and front which makes the bull, of all living creatures, the symbol of brute force.
Lady Casterley envisaged him severely.
"I dislike bulls," she said; "I think I must walk backward." "You can't; it's too uphill." "I am not going to turn back," said Lady Casterley.

"The bull ought not to be here.

Whose fault is it?
I shall speak to someone.