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asleep in his chair on getting in. At eleven he had woken with a start, and, hardening his heart, had gone back to his sermon. And now, at nearly midnight, it was still less than twenty minutes long. He lighted one of his rare cigarettes, and let thought wander. How beautiful those pale pink roses were in that old silver bowl-like a little strange poem, or a piece of Debussy music, or a Mathieu Maris picture-reminding him oddly of the word Leila. Was he wrong in letting Noel see so much of Leila? But then she was so improved-dear Leila!... The pink roses were just going to fall! And yet how beautiful! ... It was quiet tonight; he felt very drowsy.... Did Nollie still think of that young man, or had it passed? She had never confided in him since! After the war, it would be nice to take her to Italy, to all the little towns. They would see the Assisi of St. Francis. The Little Flowers of St. Francis. The Little Flowers!... His hand dropped, the cigarette went out. He slept with his face in shadow. Slowly into the silence of his sleep little sinister sounds intruded. Short concussions, dragging him back out of that deep slumber. He started up. Noel was standing at the door, in a long coat. She said in her calm voice: `Zeps, Daddy!'
`Yes, my dear. Where are the maids?'
An Irish voice answered from the hall: `Here, sir; trustin' in God; but 'tis better on the ground floor.'
He saw a huddle of three figures, queerly costumed, against the stairs.
`Yes, yes, Bridgie; you're safe down here.' Then he noticed that Noel was gone. He followed her out into the Square, alive with faces faintly luminous in the darkness, and found her against the garden railings.
`You must come back in, Nollie.'
`Oh, no! Cyril has this every day.'
He stood beside her; not loath, for excitement had begun to stir his blood. They stayed there for some minutes,

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