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`It is,' said Noel. `If you don't believe me, ask Daddy.'
He put his hand up to his round collar; and with the wild thought that he was going to tear it off, she cried: `Don't!'
'You!' he said. `You! But. . .'
Noel turned away from him to the window. She stood looking out, but saw nothing whatever.
`I don't want it hidden,' she said without turning round, `I want everyone to know. It's stupid as it is-stupid!' and she stamped her foot `Can't you see how stupid it is everybody's mouth falling open!'
He uttered a little sound which had pain in it, and she felt a real pang of compunction. He had gripped the back of a chair; his face had lost its heaviness. A dull flush coloured his cheeks. Noel had a feeling, as if she had been convicted of treachery. It was his silence, the curious look of an impersonal pain beyond power of words; she felt in him something much deeper than mere disapprovalsomething which echoed within herself. She walked quickly past him and escaped. She ran upstairs and threw herself on her bed. He was nothing: it was not that! It was in herself, the awful feeling, for the first time developed and poignant, that she had betrayed her caste, forfeited the right to be thought a lady, betrayed her secret reserve and refinement, repaid with black ingratitude the love lavished on her upbringing, by behaving like any uncaredfor common girl. She had never felt this before-not even when Gratian first heard of it, and they had stood one at each end of the hearth, unable to speak. Then she still had her passion, and her grief for the dead. That was gone now as if it had never been; and she had no defence, nothing between her and this crushing humiliation and chagrin. She had been mad! She must have been mad! The Belgian Barra was right: `All a little mad' in this 'forcing-house' of a war! She buried her face deep in the

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