He was a trifle uneasy.
In the wagon Audrey's plain dark clothes had deceived him. But the
single pearl on her finger was very valuable. He fell to apologizing
for the place.
"I often come here," he explained. "The food is good, if you like
Italian cooking. And it is near my work. I - "
But Audrey was not listening. At a corner, far back, Natalie and
Rodney were sitting, engrossed in each other. Natalie's back was
carefully turned to the room, but there was no mistaking her.
Audrey wanted madly to get away, but the coffee had come and the
young clergyman was talking gentle platitudes in a rather sweet
but monotonous voice. Then Rodney saw her, and bowed.
Almost immediately afterward she heard the soft rustle that was
Natalie, and found them both beside her.
"Can we run you up-town?" Natalie asked. "That is, unless - "
She glanced at the clergyman.
"Thank you, no, Natalie. I'm going to have some supper first."
Natalie was uneasy. Audrey made no move to present the clergyman,
whose name she did not know.
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