Noel shrugged her shoulders.
“You came for refuge, didn't you?”
“From whom?”
“Don't be angry; from the need of hurting your father.”
She nodded.
“I knew it would come to that. What are you going to do?”
“Enjoy myself.” She was saying something fatuous, yet she meant it.
“That's absurd. Don't be angry! You're quite right. Only, you must begin at the right end, mustn't you? Sit down!”
Noel tried to free her wrist.
“No; sit down, please.”