It was his, therefore
it was significant.
The house amazed her. Even Natalie's enthusiasm had not promised
anything so stately or so vast. Moving behind her through great
empty rooms, to the sound of incessant hammering, over which
Natalie's voice was raised shrilly, she was forced to confess that,
between them, Natalie and Rodney had made a lovely thing. She felt
no jealousy when she contrasted it with her own small apartment.
She even felt that it was the sort of house Clayton should have.
For, although it had been designed as a setting for Natalie,
although every color-scheme, almost every chair, had been bought
with a view to forming a background for her, it was too big, too
massive. It dwarfed her. Out-of-doors, Audrey lost that feeling.
In the formal garden Natalie was charmingly framed. It was like
her, beautifully exact, carefully planned, already with its spring
borders faintly glowing.
Natalie cheered in her approval.
"You're so comforting," she said. "Clay thinks it isn't homelike.
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