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He had no thought of blame for
her. In decency, there was only one thing to do. He could not
play the lover to her, but then he had not done that for a very
long time. He could see, however, that she was not hurt.
Perhaps, in all her futile life, Natalie had, for all her
complaining, never been so content in her husband as in those
early spring months when she had completely lost him. He made no
demands whatever. In the small attentions, which he had never
neglected, he was even more assiduous. He paid her ever-increasing
bills without comment. He submitted, in those tense days when
every day made the national situation more precarious, to hours of
discussion as to the country house, to complaints as to his own
lack of social instinct, and to that new phase of her attitude
toward Marion Hayden that left him baffled and perplexed.
Then, on the Sunday when he left Graham and Marion together at the
house, he met Audrey quite by accident in the park. He was almost
incredulous at first.


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