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Once she had said:
"Aren't you ever coming to see me, Clay?"
Her voice had been wistful, and it had been a moment before he had
himself enough in hand to reply, formally:
"Thank you. I shall, very soon."
But he had not gone to the little fiat again.
Through Natalie he heard of her now and then.
"I saw Audrey to-day," she said once. "She is not wearing mourning.
It's bad taste, I should say. When one remembers that she really
drove Chris to his death - "
He had interrupted her, angrily.
"That is a cruel misstatement, Natalie. She did nothing of the
sort."
"You needn't bite me, you know. He went, and had about as much
interest in this war as - as - "
"As you have," he finished. And had gone out, leaving Natalie
staring after him.
He was more careful after that, but the situation galled him. He
was no hypocrite, but there was no need of wounding Natalie
unnecessarily. And that, after all, was the crux of the whole
situation. Natalie. It was not Natalie's fault that he had found
the woman of his heart too late.


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