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           "Don’tyouunderstandit,Phil?"saidLillian,hervoicepeculiarlyclearandlilting."Henry’spouredhismetaltoday."SheturnedtoRearden."Shallwedeclareitanationalholiday,darling?"

           "You’reagoodman,Henry,"saidhismother,andadded,"butnotoftenenough."

           ReardenstoodlookingatPhilip,asifwaiting.

           Philiplookedaway,thenraisedhiseyesandheldRearden’sglance,asifengagedinascrutinyofhisown.

           "Youdon’treallycareabouthelpingtheunderprivileged,doyou?"Philipasked—andReardenheard,unabletobelieveit,thatthetoneofhisvoicewasreproachful.

           "No,Phil,Idon’tcareaboutitatall.Ionlywantedyoutobehappy."

           "Butthatmoneyisnotforme.Iamnotcollectingitforanypersonalmotive.Ihavenoselfishinterestinthematterwhatever."Hisvoicewascold,withanoteofself-consciousvirtue.

           Reardenturnedaway.Hefeltasuddenloathing:notbecausethewordswerehypocrisy,butbecausetheyweretrue;Philipmeantthem.

           "Bytheway,Henry,"Philipadded,"doyoumindifIaskyoutohaveMissIvesgivemethemoneyincash?"Reardenturnedbacktohim,puzzled."Yousee,FriendsofGlobalProgressareaveryprogressivegroupandtheyhavealwaysmaintainedthatyourepresenttheblackestelementofsocialretrogressioninthecountry,soitwouldembarrassus,youknow,tohaveyournameonourlistofcontributors,becausesomebodymightaccuseusofbeinginthepayofHankRearden."

           HewantedtoslapPhilip’sface