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"All right," she said, indifferently. "Have you any preference as
to color for your rooms in the new house?"
He was sorry for his anger, and after all, these things which seemed
so unimportant to him were the things that made up her life. He
smiled.
"You might match my eyes. I'm not sure what color they are. Perhaps
you know."
But she had not forgiven him.
"I've never noticed," she replied. And, small bundle of samples in
her hand, resumed her reading and her inspection of textiles.
"Good night, Natalie."
"Good night." She did not look up.
Outside his wife's door he hesitated. Then he crossed and without
knocking entered Graham's bedroom. The boy was lounging in a long
chair by an open fire. He was in his dressing gown and slippers,
and an empty whiskey-and-soda glass stood beside him on a small
stand. Graham was sound asleep. Clayton touched him on the shoulder,
but he slept on, his head to one side, his breathing slow and heavy.
It required some little effort to waken him.


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