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moustache of the old school. It was at him that Noel looked. When he glanced out of the window, or otherwise retired within himself, she liked his face; but when he turned to the ticket-collector or spoke to the others, she did not like it half so much. It was as if the old fellow had two selves, one of which he used when alone, the other in which he dressed every morning to meet the world. They had begun to talk about some Tribunal on which they had to sit. Noel did not listen, but a word or two carried to her now and then.
`How many to-day?' she heard the old fellow ask, and the little cropped man answering: `Hundred and fourteen.'
Fresh from the sight of the poor little shabby woman and her grief, she could not help a sort of shrinking from that trim old soldier, with his thin, regular face, who held the fate of a`Hundred and fourteen' in his firm, narrow grasp, perhaps every day. Would he understand their troubles or wants? Of course he wouldn't! Then she saw him looking at her critically with his keen eyes. If he had known her secret, he would be thinking: `A lady and act like that! Oh, no! Quite-quite out of the question!' And she felt as if she could sink under the seat with shame. But no doubt he was only thinking: `Very young to be travelling by herself at this hour of the morning. Pretty too!' If he knew the real truth of her-how he would stare! But why should this utter stranger, this old disciplinarian, by a casual glance, by the mere form of his face, make her feel more guilty and ashamed than she had yet felt? That puzzled her. He was, must be, a narrow, conventional old man; but he had this power to make her feel ashamed, because she felt that he had faith in his gods, and was true to them; because she knew he would die sooner than depart from his creed of conduct. She turned to the window, biting her lips-angry and despairing. She would never-never get used to her position; it was no good! And again she had the longing of her dream, to tuck her face away into that coat, smell the

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