Audrey, his wife, driving
with him in their car, to whatever the evening might hold. And
after it was all over, going back with her, away from all the
chatter that meant so little, to the home that shut them in
together.
He was very gentle to Natalie that night.
Natalie had been right. It was a small and informal group, gathered
together hastily to discuss the emergency; only Denis Nolan, the
Mackenzies, Clayton and Natalie, and Audrey.
"We brought her out of her shell," said Terry, genially, "because
the country is going to make history to-night. The sort of history
Audrey has been shouting for for months."
The little party was very grave. Yet, of them all, only the Spencers
would be directly affected. The Mackenzies had no children.
"Button, my secretary," Terry announced, "is in Washington. He is to
call me here when the message is finished."
"Isn't it possible," said Natalie, recalling a headline from the
evening paper, "that the House may cause an indefinite delay?"
And, as usual, Clayton wondered at the adroitness with which, in
the talk that followed, she escaped detection.
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