There was a faint regret in his
voice that Audrey had not presented him, and he did not see that
her coffee-cup trembled as she lifted it to her lips.
At ten o'clock the next morning Natalie called her on the 'phone.
Natalie's morning voice was always languid, but there was a trace
of pleading in it now.
"It's a lovely day," she said. "What are you doing?"
"I've been darning."
"You! Darning!"
"I rather like it."
"Heavens, how you've changed! I suppose you wouldn't do anything
so frivolous as to go out with me to the new house."
Audrey hesitated. Evidently Natalie wanted to talk, to try to
justify herself. But the feeling that she was the last woman in
the world to be Natalie's father-confessor was strong in her. On
the other hand, there was the question of Graham. On that, before
long, she and Natalie would have, in one of her own occasional
lapses into slang, to go to the mat.
"I'll come, of course, if that's an invitation."
"I'll be around in an hour, then.
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