She was ambitious; not with
the low ambition of one who had risen from nothing, but with the high
passion of one on the top, who meant to stay there.
"And where have you been meeting this--er--anonymous creature?" she
asked.
Barbara came from the hearth, and bending down beside Lady Casterley's
chair, seemed to envelop her completely.
"I'm all right, Granny; she couldn't corrupt me."
Lady Casterley's face peered out doubtfully from that warmth, wearing a
look of disapproving pleasure.
"I know your wiles!" she said. "Come, now!"
"I see her about. She's nice to look at. We talk."
Again with that hurried quietness Agatha said:
"My dear Babs, I do think you ought to wait."
"My dear Angel, why? What is it to me if she's had four husbands?"
Agatha bit her lips, and Lady Valleys murmured with a laugh:
"You really are a terror, Babs."
But the sound of Mrs. Winlow's music had ceased--the men had come in.
And the faces of the four women hardened, as if they had slipped on
masks; for though this was almost or quite a family party, the Winlows
being second cousins, still the subject was one which each of these four
in their very different ways felt to be beyond general discussion. Talk,
now, began glancing from the war scare--Winlow had it very specially
that this would be over in a week--to Brabrook's speech, in progress at
that very moment, of which Harbinger provided an imitation.
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