He stopped in front of a basket of exquisite
small orchids.
"Who sent this?" he demanded.
"Rodney Page. Doesn't it look like him?"
He turned and stared at her.
"What's come over Clayton Spencer? Is he blind?"
"Blind?"
"About Rodney. He's head over heels in love with Natalie Spencer,
God alone knows why."
"I daresay it isn't serious. He is always in love with somebody."
"There's a good bit of talk. I don't give a hang for either of
them, but I'm fond of Clayton. So are you. Natalie's out in the
country now, and Rodney is there every week-end. It's a scandal,
that's all. As for Natalie herself, she ought to be interned as a
dangerous pacifist. She's a martyr, in her own eyes. Thank heaven
there aren't many like her."
Audrey leaned back against her pillows.
"I wonder, Terry," she said, "if you haven't shown me what to do
next. I might be able to reach some of the women like Natalie.
There are some of them, and they've got to learn that if they don't
stand behind the men, we're lost.
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