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Then she rose and stole home. He did not come in; she did not expect him. 'It's over, she kept thinking; 'all over. My beloved Daddy! Now he has no home; Nollie and I have pulled him down. And yet I couldn't help it, and perhaps she couldn't. Poor Nollie!...
He came to the Obelisk, and leaned against it, overcome by a spasm of realisation. He seemed to see his dead wife's face staring at him out of the past, like an accusation. "How have you cared for Nollie, that she should have come to this?"
The young man, gazing at her with undisguised adoration, muttered: "Rather!" and went out. Noel's eyes lingered after him; Eve broke a silence. "If you're going to have a bath before tea, Nollie, you'd better hurry up." "All right. Was it jolly in the Abbey, Daddy?" "Lovely; like a great piece of music." "Daddy always puts everything into music.
It was impossible to conceal a thing for ever; sooner or later he would find out. But the doctor rose up in him, and he said: "Don't go to meet trouble, Nollie; it'll be time enough in two months. Then tell him, or let me." She shook her head. "No; I will, if it is to be done." He put his hand on hers, within his arm, and gave it a squeeze. "What shall I do till then?" she asked.
Noel closed the piano, and sat down on the divan. Her face had the same expression as when he had told her that she could not marry Cyril Morland. "Come, Nollie," he said; "don't be unreasonable. We must see this through together." "No." "My dear, that's childish. Do you think the mere accident of your being or not being at home can affect my decision as to what my duty is?"
He ought to be running and skipping in it: it's such a shame to tie things up. Did you never, feel wild in your heart, Daddy?" "Always, I think, Nollie; too wild. It's been hard to tame oneself." Noel slipped her hand through his arm. "Let's go and take the goat and skip together on the hills. If only we had a penny whistle! Did you hear the bugle? The bugle and the goat!"
"And you'll sit to him, won't you?" "My dear I?" "He's lonely, you know, and people aren't nice to him. Isn't it hateful that people should hurt others, because they're foreign or different?" She saw his eyes open with mild surprise, and went on: "I know you think people are charitable, Daddy, but they aren't, of course." "That's not exactly charitable, Nollie." "You know they're not.
They continued to stand, searching each for the other's youth, till she murmured: "In spite of your beard, I should have known you anywhere!" But she thought: 'Poor Edward! He is old, and monk-like! And Pierson, in answer, murmured: "You're very little changed, Leila! We haven't, seen each other since my youngest girl was born. She's just a little like you." But he thought: 'My Nollie!
It's impossible to keep it from him, and impossible to tell him! Oh George! I never knew what family pride was till now. It's incredible. That wretched boy!" "'De mortuis. Come, Gracie! In the midst of death we are in life! Nollie was a plumb little idiot. But it's the war the war! Your father must get used to it; it's a rare chance for his Christianity."
Come, Nollie, get up. The sun's been too much for you." Noel got up, and put her hands on her father's shoulders. "Forgive me for all my badness, and all my badness to come, especially all my badness to come!" Pierson smiled. "I shall always forgive you, Nollie; but there won't be there mustn't be any badness to come. I pray God to keep you, and make you like your mother."
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