Poor Audrey!
He made a mental note to send her some flowers in the morning.
He ordered them on his way down-town, and for some curious reason
she was in his mind most of the day. Chris had been a fool to
throw away a thing so worth having. Not every man had behind him
a woman of Audrey's sort.
CHAPTER VIII
That afternoon, accompanied by a rather boyishly excited elderly
clergyman, he took two hours off from the mill and purchased a new
car for Doctor Haverford.
The rector was divided between pleasure at the gift and apprehension
at its cost, but Clayton, having determined to do a thing, always
did it well.
"Nonsense," he said. "My dear man, the church has owed you this
car for at least ten years. If you get half the pleasure out of
using it that I'm having in presenting it to you, it will be well
worth while. I only wish you'd let me endow the thing. It's
likely to cost you a small fortune."
Doctor Haverford insisted that he could manage that. He stood off,
surveying with pride not unmixed with fear its bright enamel, its
leather linings, the complicated system of dials and bright levers
which filled him with apprehension.
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