For the first time he was beginning to think of Clayton as a man,
rather than a father.
Not that all of this was coherently thought out. It was a series
of impressions, outgrowth of his own beginning development and of
his own uneasiness.
He wondered, too, about Rodney Page. He seemed to be always around,
underfoot, suave, fastidious, bowing Natalie out of the room and in
again. He had deplored the war until he found his attitude
unfashionable, and then he began, with great enthusiasm, to arrange
pageants for Red Cross funds, and even to make little speeches,
graceful and artificial, patterned on his best after-dinner manner.
Graham was certain that he supported his mother in trying to keep
him at home, and he began to hate him with a healthy young hate.
However, late in April, he posed in one of the pageants, rather
ungraciously, in a khaki uniform. It was not until the last minute
that he knew that Delight Haverford was to be the nurse bending
over his prostrate figure.
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