He took an uneasy turn or two about the room, feeling
her eyes on him.
"There is something else, Natalie."
She had relaxed like a kitten in her big chair, and was lighting one
of the small, gilt-tipped cigarets she affected.
"About Graham?"
"It affects Graham. It affects us all."
"Yes?"
He hesitated. To talk to Natalie about business meant reducing it
to its most elemental form.
"Have you ever thought that this war of ours means more than merely
raising armies?"
"I haven't thought about this war at all. It's too absurd. A lot
of politicians?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"It means a great deal of money."
"'Well, the country is rich, isn't it?"
"The country? That means the people."
"I knew we'd get to money sooner or later," she observed, resignedly.
"All right. We'll be taxed, so we'll cut down on the country house
- go on. I can say it before you do. But don't say we'll have to
do without the greenhouses, because we can't."
"We may have to go without more than greenhouses.
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