Ann!" But Ann was already beside the chauffeur, having long planned this improvement.

"H'm! So you've hurt your leg, sir?
Keep still! We can sit three....

Now, my dear, I can kiss you! You've grown!" Lady Casterley's kiss, once received, was never forgotten; neither perhaps was Barbara's.

Yet they were different.

For, in the case of Lady Casterley, the old eyes, bright and investigating, could be seen deciding the exact spot for the lips to touch; then the face with its firm chin was darted forward; the lips paused a second, as though to make quite certain, then suddenly dug hard and dry into the middle of the cheek, quavered for the fraction of a second as if trying to remember to be soft, and were relaxed like the elastic of a catapult.
And in the case of Barbara, first a sort of light came into her eyes, then her chin tilted a little, then her lips pouted a little, her body quivered, as if it were getting a size larger, her hair breathed, there was a small sweet sound; it was over.
Thus kissing her grandmother, Barbara resumed her seat, and looked at Courtier.