"Yes, yes; she is your favourite, but that won't save her. This
woman--to her great credit--I say to her great credit--has gone away,
so as to put herself out of Eustace's reach, until he has recovered his
senses."
With a sharp-drawn breath Barbara said:
"Oh! poor thing!"
But on Lady Casterley's face had come an almost cruel look.
"Ah!" she said: "Exactly. But, curiously enough, I am thinking of
Eustace." Her little figure was quivering from head to foot: "This will
be a lesson to you not to play with fire!"
"Ann!" murmured Lord Dennis again, slipping his arm through Barbara's.
"The world," went on Lady Casterley, "is a place of facts, not of
romantic fancies. You have done more harm than can possibly be repaired.
I went to her myself. I was very much moved.' If it hadn't been for your
foolish conduct----"
"Ann!" said Lord Dennis once more.
Lady Casterley paused, tapping the floor with her little foot. Barbara's
eyes were gleaming.
"Is there anything else you would like to squash, dear?"
"Babs!" murmured Lord Dennis; but, unconsciously pressing his hand
against her heart, the girl went on.
"You are lucky to be abusing me to-day--if it had been yesterday----"
At these dark words Lady Casterley turned away, her shoes leaving little
dull stains on the polished floor.
Barbara raised to her cheek the fingers which she had been so
convulsively embracing.
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