I feel as I think he
does. If Graham wants to go, he should be free to do it. You're
only hurting him, and your influence on him, by holding him back."
"You've never had a child."
"If I had, and he wanted to go, I should be terrified, but I should
be proud."
"You and Clay! You even talk alike. It's all a pose, this exalted
attitude. Even this war is a pose. It's a national attitude we've
struck, a great nation going to rescue humanity, while the rest of
the world looks on and applauds! It makes me ill."
She turned and went back to the house, leaving Audrey by the
swimming-pool. She sat on the edge of one of the stone benches,
feeling utterly dreary and sad. To make a sacrifice for a worthy
object was one thing. To throw away a life's happiness for a
spoiled, petulant woman was another. It was too high a price to
pay. Mingled with her depression was pity for Clayton; for all
the years that he had lived with this woman: and pride in him,
that he had never betrayed his disillusion.
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