You have been married to your business. I am only your
housekeeper, and Graham's mother. And even Graham you are trying
to take away from me. Oh, go away and let me alone."
Down-stairs, thoughts that were almost great had formulated
themselves in his mind; that to die that others might live might
be better than to live oneself; that he loved his country, although
he had been shamefaced about it; that America was really the
melting-pot of the world, and that, perhaps, only the white flame
of war would fuse it into a great nation.
But Natalie made all these thoughts tawdry. She cheapened them.
She found in him nothing fine; therefore there was probably nothing
fine in him. He went away, to lie awake most of the night.
CHAPTER XXIII
But, with the breaking off of diplomatic relations, matters remained
for a time at a standstill. Natalie dried her eyes and ordered some
new clothes, and saw rather more of Rodney Page than was good for her.
With the beginning of February the country house was far enough under
way for it to be promised for June, and Natalie, the fundamentals of
its decoration arranged for, began to haunt old-furniture shops,
accompanied always by Rodney.
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