Instinct, and a general softness told her that she was back to back with her granddaughter.
"Let me go!" she gasped; "let me go!" And suddenly she felt herself being propelled by that softness forward towards the stile.
"Shoo!" she said; "shoo!" "Granny," Barbara's voice came, calm and breathless, "don't! You only excite him! Are we near the stile ?" "Ten yards," panted Lady Casterley.
"Look out, then!" There was a sort of warm flurry round her, a rush, a heave, a scramble; she was beyond the stile.

The bull and Barbara, a yard or two apart, were just the other side.

Lady Casterley raised her handkerchief and fluttered it.

The bull looked up; Barbara, all legs and arms, came slipping down beside her.
Without wasting a moment Lady Casterley leaned forward and addressed the bull: "You awful brute!" she said; "I will have you well flogged." Gently pawing the ground, the bull snuffled.
"Are you any the worse, child ?" "Not a scrap," said Barbara's serene, still breathless voice.
Lady Casterley put up her hands, and took the girl's face between them.
"What legs you have!" she said.

"Give me a kiss!" Having received a hot, rather quivering kiss, she walked on, holding somewhat firmly to Barbara's arm.
"As for that bull," she murmured, "the brute--to attack women!" Barbara looked down at her.
"Granny," she said, "are you sure you're not shaken ?" Lady Casterley, whose lips were quivering, pressed them together very hard.
"Not a b-b-bit." "Don't you think," said Barbara, "that we had better go back, at once--the other way ?" "Certainly not.