And Audrey felt that the next move
was up to her.
"What's the news about Graham Spencer?" she inquired. "He'll be
drafted, I suppose."
"Not if they claim exemption. He's making shells, you know."
She lifted rather heavy eyes to Audrey's.
"His mother is trying that now," she said. "Ever since his
engagement was broken?"
"Oh, it was broken, was it?"
"Yes. I don't know why. But it's off. Anyhow Mrs. Spencer is
telling everybody he can't be spared."
"And his father?"
"I don't know. He doesn't talk about it, I think."
"Perhaps he wants him to make his own decision."
Delight rose and drew down her veil with hands that Audrey saw were
trembling a little.
"How can he make his own decision?" she asked. "He may think it's
his own, but it's hers, Mrs. Spencer's. She's always talking,
always. And she's plausible. She can make him think black is
white, if she wants to."
"Why don't you talk to him?"
"I? He'd think I'd lost my mind! Besides, that isn't it.
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