She said calmly: “I know; to Leila.”
“Do you mean she has told you?”
Noel shook her head.
“Then how?”
“I guessed. Daddy, don't treat me as a child any more. What's the use, now?”
He sat down in the chair before the hearth, and covered his face with his hands. By the quivering of those hands, and the movement of his shoulders, she could tell that he was stifling emotion, perhaps even crying; and sinking down on his knees she pressed his hands and face to her, murmuring: “Oh, Daddy dear! Oh, Daddy dear!”
He put his arms round her, and they sat a long time with their cheeks pressed together, not speaking a word.