What was it about that face, staring at her! In a weird way it reminded her of a child that one had hurt--with those great eyes and that soft hair, and the mouth thin, in a line, all of a sudden.

And as if it had been jerked out of her, she said: "I don't want to hurt you, my dear.

It's about my grandson, of course." But Mrs.Noel made neither sign nor motion; and the feeling of irritation which so rapidly attacks the old when confronted by the unexpected, came to Lady Casterley's aid.
"His name," she said, "is being coupled with yours in a way that's doing him a great deal of harm.

You don't wish to injure him, I'm sure." Mrs.Noel shook her head, and Lady Casterley went on: "I don't know what they're not saying since the evening your friend Mr.Courtier hurt his knee.

Miltoun has been most unwise.