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.”