Why doesn't someone ask the woman ?" "You shall come with me, Granny dear, and ask her yourself; you will do it so nicely." Lady Casterley looked up.
"We shall see," she said.

Something struggled with the autocratic criticism in her eyes.

No more than the rest of the world could she help indulging Barbara.

As one who believed in the divinity of her order, she liked this splendid child.

She even admired--though admiration was not what she excelled in--that warm joy in life, as of some great nymph, parting the waves with bare limbs, tossing from her the foam of breakers.