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of wine each, we shall have exhausted all the preliminaries of what is called Vice. Amusing, isn't it?' He shrugged his shoulders.
His face struck Noel suddenly as tarnished and almost sullen.
`Don't be angry, monsieur, it's all new to me, you see.'
The painter smiled his bright, skin-deep smile.
`Pardon! I forget myself. Only, it hurts me to see beauty in a place like this. It does not go well with that tune, and these voices, and these faces. Enjoy yourself, mademoiselle; drink it all in! See the way these people look at each other; what love shines in their eyes ! A pity, too, we cannot hear what they are saying. Believe me, their talk is most subtle, tr~.r spirituel. These young women are "doing their bit", as you call it; bringing refreshments to all these who are serving their country. Eat, drink, love, for to-morrow we die. Who cares for the world simple or the world beautiful, in days like these? The house of the spirit is empty.'
He was looking at her sidelong as if he would enter her very soul.
Noel got up. `I'm ready to go, monsieur.'
He put her cloak on her shoulders, paid the bill, and they went out, threading again through the little tables, through the buzz of talk and laughter and the fumes of tobacco, while another hollow little tune jingled away behind them.
`Through there,' said the painter, pointing to another door, `they dance. So it goes. London in war-time! Well, after all, it is never very different; no great town is. Did you enjoy your sight of "life", mademoiselle?'
`I think one must dance, to be happy. Is that where your friends go?'
`Oh, no 1 To a room much rougher, and play dominoes, and drink coffee and beer, and talk. They have no money to throw away.'
`Why didn't you show me?'

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