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Haverford, punctually paying her dinner-call in an age
which exacts dinner-calls no longer - even from its bachelors - who
brought Natalie the news of Chris's going. Natalie, who went down
to see her with a mental protest, found her at a drawing-room window,
making violent signals at somebody without, and was unable to conceal
her amazement.
"It's Delight," explained Mrs. Haverford. "She's driving me round.
She won't come in, and she's forgotten her fur coat. And it's
simply bitter outside. Well, my dear, how are you?"
Natalie was well, and said so. She was conscious that Mrs. Haverford
was listening with only half an ear, and indeed, a moment later she
had risen again and hurried to the window.
"Natalie!" she cried. "Do come and watch. She's turning the car.
We do think she drives wonderfully. Only a few days, too."
"Why won't she come in?"
"I'm sure I don't know. Unless she is afraid Graham may be here."
"What in the world has Graham got to do with it?" Natalie's voice
was faintly scornful.


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