Give me your arm, child." Barbara gave her arm, and over her shoulder threw a swift smile at Mrs.
Noel, who did not answer it, but stood looking quietly after them, her eyes immensely dark and large.
Out in the lane Lady Casterley walked on, very silent, digesting her emotions.
"What about the 'fly,' Granny ?" "What 'fly' ?" "The one you told me to order." "You don't mean to say that you took me seriously ?" "No," said Barbara.
"Ha!" They proceeded some little way farther before Lady Casterley said suddenly: "She is deep." "And dark," said Barbara.

"I am afraid you were not good!" Lady Casterley glanced upwards.
"I detest this habit," she said, "amongst you young people, of taking nothing seriously.

Not even bulls," she added, with a grim smile.
Barbara threw back her head and sighed.
"Nor 'flys,'" she said.
Lady Casterley saw that she had closed her eyes and opened her lips.

And she thought: "She's a very beautiful girl.

I had no idea she was so beautiful--but too big!" And she added aloud: "Shut your mouth! You will get one down!" They spoke no more till they had entered the avenue; then Lady Casterley said sharply: "Who is this coming down the drive ?" "Mr.Courtier, I think." "What does he mean by it, with that leg ?" "He is coming to talk to you, Granny." Lady Casterley stopped short.
"You are a cat," she said; "a sly cat.