"
Natalie was unusually prompt. She was nervous and excited, and was
even more carefully dressed than usual. Over her dark blue velvet
dress she wore a loose motor-coat, with a great chinchilla collar,
but above it Audrey, who would have given a great deal to be able
to hate her, found her rather pathetic, a little droop to her mouth,
dark circles which no veil could hide under her eyes.
The car was in its customary resplendent condition. There were
orchids in the flower-holder, and the footman, light rug over his
arm, stood rigidly waiting at the door.
"What a tone you and your outfit do give my little street," Audrey
said, as they started. "We have more milk-wagons than limousines,
you know."
"I don't see how you can bear it."
Audrey smiled. "It's really rather nice," she said. "For one
thing, I haven't any bills. I never lived on a cash basis before.
It's a sort of emancipation."
"Oh, bills!" said Natalie, and waved her hands despairingly. "If
you could see my desk! And the way I watch the mail so Clay won't
see them first.
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