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Bills for flowers sent to Marion were
coming in, to lie unpaid on Graham's writing table. She had
over-drawn once again to pay them, and other bills, for theater
tickets, checks signed at restaurants, over-due club accounts.
So she went to the Haverfords alone, and managed very effectually
to snub Mrs. Hayden before the rector's very eyes.
Mrs. Hayden thereupon followed an impulse.
"If it were not for Natalie Spencer," she said, following that lady's
sables with malevolent eyes, "I should be very happy in something I
want to tell you. Can we find a corner somewhere?"
And Doctor Haverford had followed her uneasily, behind some palms.
She was a thin little woman with a maddening habit of drawing her
tight veil down even closer by a contortion of her lower jaw, so
that the rector found himself watching her chin rather than her eyes.
"I want you to know right away, as Marion's clergyman, and ours,"
she had said, and had given her jaw a particularly vicious wag and
twist.


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