She sent for her that last
day in the apartment, when in the morning she had found at the
Perry Street room a card telling her to report the following night.
When Delight came in she found the little apartment rather bare and
rather dreary, but Audrey was cheerful, almost gay.
"Going away for a little while," she explained. "I've stored a
lot of stuff. And now, my dear, do you really want to work?"
"I just must do something."
"All right. That's settled. I've got the thing I spoke about, in
one of the officers' training-camps. But remember, Delight, this
is not going to be a romantic adventure. It's to be work."
"I don't want a romantic adventure, Mrs. Valentine."
"Poor little thing," Audrey reflected to herself. And aloud: "Good!
Of course I know you're sincere about working. I - I understand,
awfully well."
Delight was pleased, but Audrey saw that she was not happy. Even
when the details had been arranged she still sat in her straight
chair and made no move to go.
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