He says it's a show place - which it ought to be. It cost enough
- and he hates show places. He really ought to have a cottage.
Now let's see the swimming-pool."
But at the pool she lost her gayety. The cement basin, still empty,
gleamed white in the sun, and Natalie, suddenly brooding, stood
beside it staring absently into it.
"It was for Graham," she said at last. "We were going to have
week-end parties, and all sorts of young people. But now!"
"What about now?"
Natalie raised tragic eyes to hers.
"He's probably going into the army. He'd have never thought of it,
but Clayton shows in every possible way that he thinks he ought to
go. What is the boy to do? His father driving him to what may be
his death!"
"I don't think he'd do that, Natalie."
Natalie laughed, her little mirthless laugh.
"Much you know what his father would do! I'll tell you this, Audrey.
If Graham goes, and anything - happens to him, I'll never forgive
Clay. Never."
Audrey had not suspected such depths of feeling as Natalie's eyes
showed under their penciled brows.
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