andhavingwashed,andlearnedthathisfatherwouldbediningin,hewentforawalk,takinghiswaytowardshisroomsintheTemple。Hislongfigure,somewhatcarelesslygarbed,attractedtheusualattention,ofwhichhewasasusualunaware。Strollingalong,hemeditateddeeplyonaLondon,anEngland,differentfromthisflatulenthurly—burly,this'omniuingatherum',thisgreatdiscordantsymphonyofsharpsandflats。ALondon,anEngland,kemptandself—
　　respecting;sweptandgarnishedofslums,andplutocrats,advertisement,andjerry—building,ofsensationalism,vulgarity,vice,andunemployment。AnEnglandwhereeachmanshouldknowhisplace,andneverchangeit,butserveinitloyallyinhisowncaste。
　　Whereeveryman,fromnoblemantolabourer,shouldbeanoligarchbyfaith,andagentlemanbypractice。AnEnglandsosteel—brightandefficientthattheverysightshouldsufficetoimposepeace。AnEnglandwhosesoulshouldbestoicalandfinewiththestoicismandfinenessofeachsoulamongsthermanymillionsouls;wherethetownshouldhaveitscreedandthecountryitscreed,andthereshouldbecontentmentandnocomplaininginherstreets。
　　AndashewalkeddowntheStrand,alittleraggedboycheepedoutbetweenhislegs:
　　"BloodeediscovereeinaBank——Gritesensytion！Pi—er！"
　　Miltounpaidnoheedtothatsaying;yet,withit,thewindthatblowswheremanlives,thecareless,wonderful,unorderedwind,haddispersedhisaustereandformalvision。Greatwasthatwind——themyriadaspirationofmenandwomen,theprayingoftheuncountedmultitudetothegoddessofSensation——ofChance,andChange。A
　　flowingfromhearttoheart,fromliptolip,asinSpringthewistfulairwandersthroughawood,impartingtoeverybushandtreethesecretsoffreshlife,thepassionateresolvetogrow,andbecome——nomatterwhat！Asighing,aseternalastheoldmurmuringofthesea,aslittletobehushed,aspronetoswellintosuddenroaring！
　　Miltounheldonthroughthetraffic,notlookingovermuchatthepresentformsofthethousandshepassed,butseeingwiththeeyesoffaiththeformshedesiredtosee。NearSt。Paul'shestoppedinfrontofanoldbook—shop。Hisgrave,pallid,notunhandsomeface,waswell—knowntoWilliamRimall,itssmallproprietor,whoatoncebroughtouthislatestacquisition——aMores'Utopia。'Thatparticularedition（heassuredMiltoun）wasquiteunprocurable——hehadneversoldbutoneothercopy,whichhadbeenliterally,crumblingaway。
　　Thiscopywasinevenbettercondition。Itcouldhardlylastanothertwentyyears——agenuinebook,abargain。Therewasn'tsomuchmovementinMoreastherehadbeenalittletimeback。
　　Miltounopenedthetome,andasmallbook—lousewhohadbeensleepingontheword'Tranibore,'begantomakeitswayslowlytowardstheverycentreofthevolume。
　　"Iseeit'sgenuine,"saidMiltoun。
　　"It'snottoread,mylord,"thelittlemanwarnedhim:"Hardlysafetoturnthepages。AsIwassaying——I'venothadabetterpiecethisyear。Ihaven'treally！"
　　"Shrewdolddreamer,"mutteredMiltoun;"theSocialistshaven'tgotbeyondhim,evennow。"
　　Thelittleman'seyesblinked,asthoughapologizingfortheviewsofThomasMore。
　　"Well,"hesaid,"Isupposehewasoneofthem。Iforgetifyourlordship'sverystrongonpolitics？"
　　Miltounsmiled。
　　"IwanttoseeanEngland,Rimall,somethingliketheEnglandofMoresdream。Butmymachinerywillbedifferent。Ishallbeginatthetop。"
　　Thelittlemannodded。
　　"Quiteso,quiteso,"hesaid;"weshallcometothat,Idaresay。"
　　"Wemust,Rimall。"AndMiltounturnedthepage。
　　Thelittleman'sfacequivered。
　　"Idon'tthink,"hesaid,"thatbook'squitestrongenoughforyou,mylord,withyourtasteforreading。NowI'veamostcuriousoldvolumehere——onChinesetemples。It'srare——butnottooold。Youcanperuseitthoroughly。It'swhatIcallabooktobrowseonjustsuityourpalate。Funnyprincipletheybuiltthosethingson,"headded,openingthevolumeatanengraving,"inlayers。Wedon'tbuildlikethatinEngland。"
　　Miltounlookedupsharply;thelittleman'sfaceworenosignsofunderstanding。
　　"Unfortunatelywedon't,Rimall,"hesaid;"weoughtto,andweshall。I'lltakethisbook。"
　　Placinghisfingerontheprintofthepagoda,headded:"Agoodsymbol。"
　　Thelittlebookseller'seyestrayeddownthetempletothesecretpricemark。
　　"Exactly,mylord,"hesaid;"Ithoughtit'dbeyourfancy。Thepricetoyouwillbetwenty—sevenandsix。"
　　Miltoun,pocketingthebargain,walkedout。HemadehiswayintotheTemple,leftthebookathisChambers,andpassedondowntothebankofMotherThames。TheSunwaslovingherpassionatelythatafternoon;hehadkissedherintowarmthandlightandcolour。Andallthebuildingsalongherbanks,asfarasthetowersatWestminster,seemedtobesmiling。Itwasagreatsightfortheeyesofalover。AndanothervisioncamehauntingMiltoun,ofasoft—eyedwomanwithalowvoice,bendingamongstherflowers。Nothingwouldbecompletewithouther;noworkbearfruit;noschemecouldhavefullmeaning。
　　LordValleysgreetedhissonatdinnerwithgoodfellowshipandafaintsurprise。
　　"Dayoff,mydearfellow？OrhaveyoucomeuptohearBrabrookpitchintous？He'sratherlatethistime——we'vegotridofthatballoonbusinessnotroubleafterall。"
　　AndheeyedMiltounwiththatcleargreystareofhis,socool,level,andcurious。Now,whatsortofbirdisthis？itseemedsaying。CertainlynotthepartridgeIshouldhaveexpectedfromitsbreeding！
　　Miltoun'sanswer:"Icameuptotellyousomething,sir,"rivetedhisfather'sstareforasecondlongerthanwasquiteurbane。
　　ItwouldnotbetruetosaythatLordValleyswasafraidofhisson。
　　Fearwasnotoneofhisemotions,buthecertainlyregardedhimwitharespectfulcuriositythatborderedonuneasiness。TheoligarchictemperofMiltoun'smindandpoliticalconvictionsalmostshockedonewhoknewbothbytemperamentandexperiencehowtowaitinfront。
　　Thisinstructionhehadfrequentlyhadoccasiontogivehisjockeyswhenhebelievedhishorsescouldbestgethomefirstinthatway。
　　Anditwasaninstructionhenowlongedtogivehisson。Hehimselfhad'waitedinfront'foroverfiftyyears,andheknewittobethefinestwayofinsuringthathewouldneverbecompelledtoalterthisdesirablepolicy——forsomethinginLordValleys'charactermadehimfearthat,inrealemergency,hewouldexerthimselftothepointofthegravestdiscomfortsoonerthanbelefttowaitbehind。AfellowlikeyoungHarbinger,ofcourse,heunderstood——versatile,'fullofbeans,'asheexpressedittohimselfinhismoreconfidentialmoments,whohadimbibedthenewwine（veryintoxicatingitwas）ofdesireforsocialreform。Hewouldhavetobegivenhisheadalittle——buttherewouldbenodifficultywithhim,hewouldnever'runout'——lighthandybuildofhorsethatonlyrequiredsteadyingatthecorners。Hewouldwanttohearhimselftalk,andbeletfeelthathewasdoingsomething。Allverywell,andquiteintelligible。
　　ButwithMiltoun（andLordValleysfeltthistobeno,mereparentalfancy）itwasaverydifferentbusiness。Hissonhadawayofforcingthingstotheirconclusionswhichwasdangerous,andremindedhimofhismother—in—law。Hewasababyinpublicaffairs,ofcourse,asyet;butassoonasheoncegotgoing,theintensityofhisconvictions,togetherwithhisposition,andrealgift——notofthegab,likeHarbinger's——butofrestrained,bitingoratory,wassuretobringhimtothefrontwithaboundinthepresentstateofparties。Andwhatwerethoseconvictions？LordValleyshadtriedtounderstandthem,butuptothepresenthehadfailed。Andthisdidnotsurprisehimexactly,since,asheoftensaid,politicalconvictionswerenot,astheyappearedonthesurface,theoutcomeofreason,butmerelysymptomsoftemperament。Andhecouldnotcomprehend,becausehecouldnotsympathizewith,anyattitudetowardspublicaffairsthatwasnotessentiallylevel,attachedtotheplain,common—sensefactorsofthecaseastheyappearedtohimself。Notthathecouldfairlybecalledatemporizer,fordeepdowninhimtherewasundoubtedlyaveinofobstinate,fundamentalloyaltytothetraditionsofacastewhichprizedhighspiritbeyondallthings。StillhedidfeelthatMiltounwasaltogethertoomuchthe'pukka'aristocrat——nobetterthanaSocialist,withhisconfoundedwayofseeingthingsallcutanddried;hisideasofforcingreformsdownpeople'sthroatsandholdingthemtherewiththeironhand！Withhiswaytooofactingonhisprinciples！Why！Heevenadmittedthatheactedonhisprinciples！ThisthoughtalwaysstruckaverydiscordantnoteinLordValleys'breast。Itwasalmostindecent;worse—ridiculous！Thefactwas,thedearfellowhadunfortunatelyadeeperhabitofthoughtthanwaswantedinpolitics——
　　dangerous——very！Experiencemightdosomethingforhim！AndoutofhisownlongexperiencetheEarlofValleystriedhardtorecollectanypoliticianwhomthepracticeofpoliticshadleftwherehewaswhenhestarted。Hecouldnotthinkofone。Butthisgavehimlittlecomfort;and,aboveapieceoflateasparagushissteadyeyessoughthisson's。Whathadhecomeuptotellhim？
　　Thephrasehadbeenominous;hecouldnotrecollectMiltoun'severhavingtoldhimanything。Forthoughareallykindandindulgentfather,hehad——likesomanymenoccupiedwithpublicandotherlives——alittleacquiredtowardshisoffspringthelookandmanner:
　　Isthismine？Ofhisfourchildren,Barbaraaloneheclaimedwithconviction。Headmiredher;and,beingamanwhosavouredlife,hewasunabletolovemuchexceptwhereheadmired。But,thelastpersonintheworldtohustleanymanorforceaconfidence,hewaitedtohearhisson'snews,betrayingnouneasiness。
　　Miltounseemedinnohurry。HedescribedCourtier'sadventure,whichtickledLordValleysagooddeal。
　　"Ordealbyredpepper！Shouldn'thavethoughtthemequaltothat,"
　　hesaid。"Soyou'vegothimatMonklandnow。Harbingerstillwithyou？"
　　"Yes。Idon'tthinkHarbingerhasmuchstamina。
　　"Politically？"
　　Miltounnodded。
　　"Iratherresenthisbeingonourside——Idon'tthinkhedoesusanygood。You'veseenthatcartoon,Isuppose;itcutsprettydeep。I
　　couldn'trecognizeyouamongsttheoldwomen,sir。"
　　LordValleyssmiledimpersonally。
　　"Verycleverthing。Bytheway;IshallwintheEclipse,Ithink。"
　　Andthus,spasmodically,theconversationrantillthelastservanthadlefttheroom。
　　ThenMiltoun,withoutpreparation,lookedstraightathisfatherandsaid:
　　"IwanttomarryMrs。Noel,sir。"
　　LordValleysreceivedtheshotwithexactlythesameexpressionasthatwithwhichhewasaccustomedtowatchhishorsesbeaten。Thenheraisedhiswineglasstohislips;andsetitdownagainuntouched。
　　Thiswastheonlysignhegaveofinterestordiscomfiture。
　　"Isn'tthisrathersudden？"
　　Miltounanswered:"I'vewantedtofromthemomentIfirstsawher。"
　　LordValleys,almostasgoodajudgeofamanandasituationasofahorseorapointerdog,leanedbackinhischair,andsaidwithfaintsarcasm:
　　"Mydearfellow,it'sgoodofyoutohavetoldmethis;though,tobequitefrank,it'sapieceofnewsIwouldrathernothaveheard。"
　　AduskyflushburnedslowlyupinMiltoun'scheeks。Hehadunderratedhisfather;themanhadcoolnessandcourageinacrisis。
　　"Whatisyourobjection,sir？"AndsuddenlyhenoticedthatawaferinLordValleys'handwasquivering。Thisbroughtintohiseyesnolookofcompunction,butsuchasmoulderinggazeastheoldTudorChurchmanmighthavebentonanadversarywhoshowedasignofweakness。LordValleys,too,noticedthequiveringofthatwafer,andateit。
　　"Wearemenoftheworld,"hesaid。
　　Miltounanswered:"Iamnot。"
　　ShowinghisfirstrealsymptomofimpatienceLordValleysrappedout:
　　"Sobeit！Iam。"
　　"Yes？",saidMiltoun。
　　"Eustace！"
　　Nursingoneknee,Miltounfacedthatappealwithoutthefaintestmovement。Hiseyescontinuedtoburnintohisfather'sface。A
　　tremorpassedoverLordValleys'heart。Whatintensityoffeelingtherewasinthefellow,thathecouldlooklikethisatthefirstbreathofopposition！
　　Hereachedoutandtookupthecigar—box;helditabsentlytowardshisson,anddrewitquicklyback。
　　"Iforgot,"hesaid;"youdon't。"
　　Andlightingacigar,hesmokedgravely,lookingstraightbeforehim,afurrowbetweenhisbrows。Hespokeatlast:
　　"Shelookslikealady。Iknownothingelseabouther。"
　　ThesmiledeepenedroundMiltoun'smouth。
　　"Whyshouldyouwanttoknowanythingelse？"
　　LordValleysshrugged。Hisphilosophyhadhardened。
　　"Iunderstandforonething,"hesaidcoldly;"thatthereisamatterofadivorce。IthoughtyoutooktheChurch'sviewonthatsubject。"
　　"Shehasnotdonewrong。"
　　"Youknowherstory,then？"
　　"No。"
　　LordValleysraisedhisbrows,inironyandasortofadmiration。
　　"Chivalrythebetterpartofdiscretion？"
　　Miltounanswered:
　　"Youdon't,Ithink,understandthekindoffeelingIhaveforMrs。
　　Noel。Itdoesnotcomeintoyourschemeofthings。Itistheonlyfeeling,however,withwhichIshouldcaretomarry,andIamnotlikelytofeelitforanyoneagain。"
　　LordValleysfeltoncemorethatuncannysenseofinsecurity。Wasthistrue？AndsuddenlyhefeltYes,itistrue！Thefacebeforehimwasthefaceofonewhowouldburninhisownfiresoonerthandepartfromhisstandards。Andasuddensenseoftheutterseriousnessofthisdilemmadumbedhim。
　　"Icansaynomoreatthemoment,"hemutteredandgotupfromthetable。
　　CHAPTERXI
　　LadyCasterleywasthatinconvenientthing——anearlyriser。Nowomaninthekingdomwasabetterjudgeofadewcarpet。Naturehadinhertimedisplayedbeforeherthousandsofthoseprettyfabrics,whereallthestarsofthepastnight,droppedtothedarkearth,werewaitingtoglideuptoheavenagainontheraysofthesun。AtRavenshamshewalkedregularlyinhergardensbetweenhalf—pastsevenandeight,andwhenshepaidavisit,wascarefultosubordinatewhatevermightbethelocalcustomtothishabit。
　　WhenthereforehermaidRandlecametoBarbara'smaidatseveno'clock,andsaid:"MyoldladywantsLadyBabstogetup,"therewasnoparticularpaininthebreastofBarbara'smaid,whowasdoinguphercorsets。Shemerelyanswered"I'llseetoit。LadyBabswon'tbetoopleased！"Andtenminuteslatersheenteredthatwhite—walledroomwhichsmelledofpinks—atempleofdrowsysweetness,wherethesummerlightwasvaguelystealingthroughfloweredchintzcurtains。
　　Barbarawassleepingwithhercheekonherhand,andhertawnyhair,gatheredback,streamingoverthepillow。Herlipswereparted;andthemaidthought:"I'dliketohavehairandamouthlikethat！"Shecouldnothelpsmilingtoherselfwithpleasure;LadyBabslookedsopretty——prettierasleepeventhanawake！Andatsightofthatbeautifulcreature,sleepingandsmilinginhersleep,theearthy,hothousefumessteepingthemindofoneperpetuallyservinginanatmosphereunsuitedtohernaturalgrowth,dispersed。Beauty,withitsqueertouchingpoweroffreeingthespiritfromallbarriersandthoughtsofself,sweetenedthemaid'seyes,andkeptherstanding,holdingherbreath。ForBarbaraasleepwasasymbolofthatGoldenAgeinwhichshesodesperatelybelieved。Sheopenedhereyes,andseeingthemaid,said:
　　"Isiteighto'clock,Stacey？"
　　"No,butLadyCasterleywantsyoutowalkwithher。"
　　"Oh！bother！Iwashavingsuchadream！"
　　"Yes;youweresmiling。"
　　"IwasdreamingthatIcouldfly。"
　　"Fancy！"
　　"Icouldseeeverythingspreadoutbelowme,ascloseasIseeyou;I
　　washoveringlikeabuzzardhawk。IfeltthatIcouldcomedownexactlywhereIwanted。Itwasfascinating。Ihadperfectpower,Stacey。"
　　Andthrowingherneckback,sheclosedhereyesagain。Thesunlightstreamedinonherbetweenthehalf—drawncurtains。
　　Thequeerestimpulsetoputoutahandandstrokethatfullwhitethroatshotthroughthemaid'smind。
　　"Theseflyingmachinesarestupid,"murmuredBarbara;"thepleasure'sinone'sbody———wings！"
　　"IcanseeLadyCasterleyinthegarden。"
　　Barbarasprangoutofbed。ClosebythestatueofDianaLadyCasterleywasstanding,gazingdownatsomeflowers,atiny,greyfigure。Barbarasighed。Withher,inherdream,hadbeenanotherbuzzardhawk,andshewasfilledwithasortofsurprise,andqueerpleasurethatrandownherinlittleshiverswhileshebathedanddressed。
　　Inherhasteshetooknohat;andstillbusywiththefasteningofherlinenfrock,hurrieddownthestairsandGeorgiancorridor,towardsthegarden。AttheendofitshealmostranintothearmsofCourtier。
　　Awakeningearlythismorning,hehadbegunfirstthinkingofAudreyNoel,threatenedbyscandal;thenofhisyesterday'scompanion,thatgloriousyoungcreature,whoseimagehadsogrippedandtakenpossessionofhim。Inthepleasureofthismemoryhehadsteepedhimself。Shewasyouthitself！Thatperfectthing,ayounggirlwithoutcallowness。
　　Andhiswords,whenshenearlyranintohim,were:"TheWingedVictory！"
　　Barbara'sanswerwasequallysymbolic:"Abuzzardhawk！Doyouknow,Idreamedwewereflying,Mr。Courtier。"
　　Courtiergravelyanswered"Ifthegodsgivemethatdream————"
　　>FromthegardendoorBarbaraturnedherhead,smiled,andpassedthrough。
　　LadyCasterley,inthecompanyoflittleAnn,whohadperceivedthatitwasnoveltobeinthegardenatthishour,hadbeenscrutinizingsomenewlyfoundedcoloniesofaflowerwithwhichshewasnotfamiliar。Onseeinghergranddaughterapproach,shesaidatonce:
　　"Whatisthisthing？"
　　"Nemesia。"
　　"Neverheardofit。"
　　"It'sratherthefashion,Granny。"
　　"Nemesia？"repeatedLadyCasterley。"WhathasNemesistodowithflowers？Ihavenopatiencewithgardeners,andtheseidioticnames。
　　Whereisyourhat？Ilikethatduck'seggcolourinyourfrock。
　　There'sabuttonundone。"Andreachingupherlittlespideryhand,wonderfullysteadyconsideringitsage,shebuttonedthetopbuttonbutoneofBarbara'sbodice。
　　"Youlookveryblooming,mydear,"shesaid。"Howfarisittothiswoman'scottage？We'llgotherenow。"
　　"Shewouldn'tbeup。"
　　LadyCasterley'seyesgleamedmaliciously。
　　"Youtellmeshe'ssonice,"shesaid。"Noniceunencumberedwomanliesinbedafterhalf—pastseven。Whichistheveryshortestway？
　　No,Ann,wecan'ttakeyou。"
　　LittleAnn,afterregardinghergreat—grandmotherrathertoointently,replied:
　　"Well,Ican'tcome,yousee,becauseI'vegottogo。"
　　"Verywell,"saidLadyCasterley,"thentrotalong。"
　　LittleAnn,tighteningherlips,walkedtothenextcolonyofNemesia,andbentoverthecolonistswithconcentration,showingclearlythatshehadfoundsomethingmoreinterestingthanhadyetbeenencountered。
　　"Ha！"saidLadyCasterley,andledonatherbriskpacetowardstheavenue。
　　Allthewaydownthedriveshediscoursedonwoodcraft,glancingsharplyatthetrees。Forestry——shesaid—likebuilding,andallotherpursuitswhichrequired,faithandpatientindustry,wasalostartinthissecond—handage。ShehadmadeBarbara'sgrandfatherpractiseit,sothatatCatton（hercountryplace）andevenatRavensham,thetreeswereworthlookingat。Here,atMonkland,theyweremonstrouslyneglected。TohavethefinestItaliancypressinthecountry,forexample,andnottakemorecareofit,wasadownrightscandal！
　　Barbaralistened,smilinglazily。Grannywassoamusinginherenergyandprecision,andherturnsofspeech,sodeliberatelyhomespun,asifshe——thanwhomnonecouldbetteruseastiffandpolishedphrase,ortherefinementsoftheFrenchlanguage——weredeterminedtotakewhatlibertiessheliked。Tothegirl,hauntedstillbythefeelingthatshecouldfly,almostdrunkonthesweetnessoftheairthatsummermorning,itseemedfunnythatanyoneshouldbelikethat。Thenforasecondshesawhergrandmother'sfaceinrepose,offguard,grimwithanxiouspurpose,asifquestioningitsholdonlife;andinoneofthoseflashesofintuitionwhichcometowomen——evenwhenyoungandconqueringlikeBarbara——shefeltsuddenlysorry,asthoughshehadcaughtsightofthepalespectreneveryetseenbyher。"Poorolddear,"shethought;"whatapitytobeold！"
　　ButtheyhadenteredthefootpathcrossingthreelongmeadowswhichclimbeduptowardsMrs。Noel's。Itwassogolden—sweethereamongstthemilliontinysaffroncupsfrostedwithlingeringdewshine;therewassuchflyinggloryinthelimesandash—trees;sodelicateascentfromthelatewhinsandmay—flower;and,oneverytreeagreybirdcallingtobesorrywasnotpossible！
　　Inthefarcornerofthefirstfieldachestnutmarewasstanding,withearsprickedatsomedistantsoundwhosecharmshealoneperceived。Onviewingtheintruders,shelaidthoseearsback,andalittleviciousstargleamedoutatthecornerofhereye。Theypassedherandenteredthesecondfield。Halfwayacross,Barbarasaidquietly:
　　"Granny,that'sabull！"
　　Itwasindeedanenormousbull,whohadbeenstandingbehindaclumpofbushes。Hewasmovingslowlytowardsthem,stilldistantabouttwohundredyards;agreatredbeast,withthehugedevelopmentofneckandfrontwhichmakesthebull,ofalllivingcreatures,thesymbolofbruteforce。
　　LadyCasterleyenvisagedhimseverely。
　　"Idislikebulls,"shesaid;"IthinkImustwalkbackward。"
　　"Youcan't;it'stoouphill。"
　　"Iamnotgoingtoturnback,"saidLadyCasterley。"Thebulloughtnottobehere。Whosefaultisit？Ishallspeaktosomeone。Standstillandlookathim。Wemustpreventhiscomingnearer。"
　　Theystoodstillandlookedatthebull,whocontinuedtoapproach。
　　"Itdoesn'tstophim,"saidLadyCasterley。"Wemusttakenonotice。
　　Givemeyourarm,mydear;mylegsfeelratherfunny。"
　　Barbaraputherarmroundthelittlefigure。Theywalkedon。
　　"Ihavenotbeenusedtobullslately,"saidLadyCasterley。Thebullcamenearer。
　　"Granny,"saidBarbara,"youmustgoquietlyontothestile。Whenyou'reoverI'llcometoo。"
　　"Certainlynot,"saidLadyCasterley,"wewillgotogether。Takenonoticeofhim;Ihavegreatfaithinthat。"
　　"Grannydarling,youmustdoasIsay,please;Irememberthisbull,heisoneofours。"
　　AtthoseratherominouswordsLadyCasterleygaveherasharpglance。
　　"Ishallnotgo,"shesaid。"Mylegsfeelquitestrongnow。Wecanrun,ifnecessary。"
　　"Socanthebull,"saidBarbara。
　　"I'mnotgoingtoleaveyou,"mutteredLadyCasterley。"IfheturnsviciousIshalltalktohim。Hewon'ttouchme。YoucanrunfasterthanI;sothat'ssettled。"
　　"Don'tbeabsurd,dear,"answeredBarbara;"Iamnotafraidofbulls。"
　　LadyCasterleyflashedalookatherwhichhadagleamofamusement。
　　"Icanfeelyou,"shesaid;"you'rejustastremblyasIam。"
　　Thebullwasnowdistantsomeeightyyards,andtheywerestillquiteahundredfromthestile。
　　"Granny,"saidBarbara,"ifyoudon'tgoonasItellyou,Ishalljustleaveyou,andgoandmeethim！Youmustn'tbeobstinate！"
　　LadyCasterley'sanswerwastogriphergranddaughterroundthewaist;thenervousforceofthatthinarmwassurprising。
　　"Youwilldonothingofthesort,"shesaid。"Irefusetohaveanythingmoretodowiththisbull;Ishallsimplypaynoattention。"
　　Thebullnowbeganveryslowlyamblingtowardsthem。
　　"Takenonotice,"saidLadyCasterley,whowaswalkingfasterthanshehadeverwalkedbefore。
　　"Thegroundislevelnow,"saidBarbara;"canyourun？"
　　"Ithinkso,"gaspedLadyCasterley;andsuddenlyshefoundherselfhalf—liftedfromtheground,and,asitwere,flyingtowardsthestile。Sheheardanoisebehind;thenBarbara'svoice:
　　"Wemuststop。He'sonus。Getbehindme。"
　　Shefeltherselfcaughtandpinionedbytwoarmsthatseemedsetonthewrongway。Instinct,andageneralsoftnesstoldherthatshewasbacktobackwithhergranddaughter。
　　"Letmego！"shegasped;"letmego！"
　　Andsuddenlyshefeltherselfbeingpropelledbythatsoftnessforwardtowardsthestile。
　　"Shoo！"shesaid;"shoo！"
　　"Granny,"Barbara'svoicecame,calmandbreathless,"don't！Youonlyexcitehim！Arewenearthestile？"
　　"Tenyards,"pantedLadyCasterley……
　　"Lookout,then！"Therewasasortofwarmflurryroundher,arush,aheave,ascramble;shewasbeyondthestile。ThebullandBarbara,ayardortwoapart,werejusttheotherside。LadyCasterleyraisedherhandkerchiefandflutteredit。Thebulllookedup;Barbara,alllegsandarms,cameslippingdownbesideher。
　　WithoutwastingamomentLadyCasterleyleanedforwardandaddressedthebull:
　　"Youawfulbrute！"shesaid;"Iwillhaveyouwellflogged。"
　　Gentlypawingtheground,thebullsnuffled。
　　"Areyouanytheworse,child？"
　　"Notascrap,"saidBarbara'sserene,stillbreathlessvoice。
　　LadyCasterleyputupherhands,andtookthegirl'sfacebetweenthem。
　　"Whatlegsyouhave！"shesaid。"Givemeakiss！"
　　Havingreceivedahot,ratherquiveringkiss,shewalkedon,holdingsomewhatfirmlytoBarbara'sarm。
　　"Asforthatbull,"shemurmured,"thebrute——toattackwomen！"
　　Barbaralookeddownather。
　　"Granny,"shesaid,"areyousureyou'renotshaken？"
　　LadyCasterley,whoselipswerequivering,pressedthemtogetherveryhard。
　　"Notab—b—bit。"
　　"Don'tyouthink,"saidBarbara,"thatwehadbettergoback,atonce——theotherway？"
　　"Certainlynot。Therearenomorebulls,Isuppose,betweenusandthiswoman？"
　　"Butareyoufittoseeher？"
　　LadyCasterleypassedherhandkerchiefoverherlips,toremovetheirquivering。
　　"Perfectly,"sheanswered。
　　"Then,dear,"saidBarbara,"standstillaminute,whileIdustyoubehind。"
　　Thishavingbeenaccomplished,theyproceededinthedirectionofMrs。Noel'scottage。
　　Atsightofit,LadyCasterleysaid:
　　"Ishallputmyfootdown。It'soutofthequestionforamanofMiltoun'sprospects。IlookforwardtoseeinghimPrimeMinistersomeday。"HearingBarbara'svoicemurmuringaboveher,shepaused:
　　"What'sthatyousay？"
　　"Isaid:Whatistheuseofourbeingwhatweare,ifwecan'tlovewhomwelike？"
　　"Love！"saidLadyCasterley;"Iwastalkingofmarriage。"
　　"Iamgladyouadmitthedistinction,Grannydear。"
　　"Youarepleasedtobesarcastic,"saidLadyCasterley。"Listentome！It'sthegreatestnonsensetosupposethatpeopleinourcastearefreetodoastheyplease。Thesooneryourealizethat,thebetter,Babs。Iamtalkingtoyouseriously。Thepreservationofourpositionasaclassdependsonourobservingcertaindecencies。
　　WhatdoyouimaginewouldhappentotheRoyalFamilyiftheywereallowedtomarryastheyliked？AllthismarryingwithGaietygirls,andAmericanmoney,andpeoplewithpasts,andwriters,andsoforth,ismostdamaging。There'sfartoomuchofit,anditoughttobestopped。Itmaybetoleratedforafewcranks,orsillyyoungmen,andthesenewwomen,butforEustace"LadyCasterleypausedagain,andherfingerspinchedBarbara'sarm,"orforyou——there'sonlyonesortofmarriagepossible。AsforEustace,Ishallspeaktothisgoodlady,andseethathedoesn'tgetentangledfurther。"
　　Absorbedintheintensityofherpurpose,shedidnotobserveapeculiarlittlesmileplayingroundBarbara'slips。
　　"YouhadbetterspeaktoNature,too,Granny！"
　　LadyCasterleystoppedshort,andlookedupinhergranddaughter'sface。
　　"Nowwhatdoyoumeanbythat？"shesaid"Tellme！"
　　ButnoticingthatBarbara'slipshadclosedtightly,shegaveherarmahard——ifunintentional—pinch,andwalkedon。