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Edward turned round on him: "That is very sweet of you both, but it would be wrong and cowardly for me to allow it." The resentment which springs up in fathers when other fathers dispose of young lives, rose in Robert. "Dash it all, my dear Ted, that's for Nollie to say. She's a woman now, remember." A smile went straying about in the shadows of his brother's face. "A woman? Little Nollie!
It was dark but for a streak of moonlight, and in that he saw her, lying on her bed, face down; and stealing up laid his hand on her head. She did not move; and, stroking her hair, he said gently: "Nollie dear, I didn't mean to be harsh. If I were your mother, I should know how to make you see, but I'm only an old bumble-daddy." She rolled over, scrambling into a cross-legged posture on the bed.
Even now she can't help setting her cap a little at Ted, and he swallows her whole; thinks her a devoted creature reformed to the nines with her hospital and all that. Poor old Ted; he is the most dreamy chap that ever was." "We have had Gratian and her husband up for the week-end," he wrote a little later; "I don't like her so well as Nollie; too serious and downright for me.
Besides, my child, you're much too young." She sat so still that he looked at her in alarm. "But I must!" He bit his lips, and said sharply: "You can't, Nollie!" She got up, and before he could stop her, was gone. With the closing of the door, his anger evaporated, and distress took its place. Poor child!
'Dear Nollie! Awakened by that daily cruelty, the advent of hot water, Edward Pierson lay in his chintz-curtained room, fancying himself back in London. A wild bee hunting honey from the bowl of flowers on the window-sill, and the scent of sweetbrier, shattered that illusion. He drew the curtain, and, kneeling on the window-seat thrust his head out into the morning.
He read it with unutterable relief; at all events he knew where she was poor, wilful, rushing, loving-hearted child; knew where she was, and could get at her. After his bath and some tea, he would go to Leila's and bring her back. Poor little Nollie, thinking that by just leaving his house she could settle this deep matter!
"But are we, Daddy?" "Surely not." "A policeman I talked to once said the same. Captain Fort says that very few men can stand having power put into their hands without being spoiled. He told me some dreadful stories. He says we have no imagination, so that we often do things without seeing how brutal they are." "We're not perfect, Nollie; but on the whole I think we're a kind people."
George screwed up his steel-coloured eyes, as he might have looked at one on whom he had to operate. "Quite so," he said. "But you must remember, Gracie, that out of the swan she was, Nollie has made herself into a lame duck. Fifty per cent at least is off her value, socially. We must look at things as they are." "Father is dead against it."
I love Cyril ever so." Thirza gave her waist a squeeze. "You mustn't make a mistake. We love you too much, Nollie. I wish we had Gratian here." "Gratian would back me up," said Noel; "she knows what the war is. And you ought to, Auntie. If Rex or Harry wanted to be married, I'm sure you'd never oppose them. And they're no older than Cyril.
"My dear, I'm sorry, but dinner's ready." "I don't want any dinner; I think I'll go to bed." The frown between his brows deepened. "You shouldn't lock your door, Nollie: I was quite frightened. I went round to the hospital to bring you home, and they told me about your fainting. I want you to see a doctor." Noel shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no! It's nothing!" "Nothing? To faint like that?
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