“Thank you for letting me rest. Give me your arm, child.”
Barbara gave her arm, and over her shoulder threw a swift smile at Mrs. Noel, who did not answer it, but stood looking quietly after them, her eyes immensely dark and large.
Out in the lane Lady Casterley walked on, very silent, digesting her emotions.
“What about the 'fly,' Granny?”
“What 'fly'?”
“The one you told me to order.”
“You don't mean to say that you took me seriously?”
“No,” said Barbara.
“Ha!”
They proceeded some little way farther before Lady Casterley said suddenly: