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"The day after to-morrow."

The sight of Clarice's despair touched Millie, and when the poor woman turned from them and stood, facing the window, snuffling into a handkerchief, her anger vanished as swiftly as it had come.

Then, when Millie was in his arms all else was forgotten by[Pg 293] himClare, Christina, Duncombe, work, all, all forgotten. He was terrified, that she should suffer like this. It was worse, far worse, than that he should suffer himself. All the days of their childhood, all the tiniest thingswere now there between them, holding and binding them as nothing else could hold and bind.

His consciousness of her was at once so strong that he forgot himself and Peter. He had never seen any one in the least like her before: this was not Peter's wife come back to him, but some one who had peered up for a moment out of a world so black and tragic that Henry had never even guessed at its existence. Not his experiences in the War, not his mother's death, nor Duncombe's tragedy, nor Christina and her horrible parent were real to him as was suddenly this little woman with her strange yellow hair, her large angry eyes, her shabby black dress. What a face!he would never forget it so long as life lastedwith its sickness and anger and disgust and haggard rebellion.

There were friendly faces, kindly voices waiting for him.

"I don't care what you do."

"There's no reason for Dr. Brooker to interfere. When I want his advice I'll ask for it."

My Darling BunnyI know that I was hateful this afternoon. I know that I've been hateful other afternoons and shall be hateful again on afternoons to come. You're not very nice either on these occasions. What are we to do about it? We do love one anotherI know we do. We ought to be kinder to one another than we are to any one else and yet we seem to like to lash out and hurt one another. And I think this is because there's something really wrong in our relationship. You make me feel as though you were ashamed to love me. Now why should you be ashamed? Why can't we be open and clear before all the world?

"I'm not exactly one yet," said Henry. "I hope to be one soon, but of course the war threw me back."

He admitted it at once, standing stolidly in front of her, looking at her with that pity in his eyes that irritated her so desperately.

"Henry," said Peter, "let me introduce you. This is my wife."

"And what about the people who get worse instead of better? It's rather hard luck on them. It isn't their fault half the time."

He looked at her with eyes dancing with delight.