She
was not a woman to count anything well lost for love. She was
playing with his honor, with Rodney, with her own vanity.
Going up-town that night he pondered the question of how to take up
the matter with her. It would be absurd, under the circumstances,
to take any virtuous attitude. He was still undetermined when he
reached the house.
He found Marion Hayden there for dinner, and Graham, and a spirited
three-corner discussion going on which ceased when he stood in the
doorway. Natalie looked irritated, Graham determined, and Marion
was slightly insolent and unusually handsome.
"Hurry and change, Clay," Natalie said. "Dinner is waiting."
As he went away he had again the feeling of being shut out of
something which concerned Graham.
Dinner was difficult. Natalie was obviously sulking, and Graham
was rather taciturn. It was Marion who kept the conversation going,
and he surmised in her a repressed excitement, a certain triumph.
At last Natalie roused herself.
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