It isn't
decent."
He flung away his cigaret, and bent forward.
"Don't you see that?" he asked gently. "Not while he is working for
the country, and Graham is abroad."
"I don't see why war needs to deprive me of my friends. I've lost
everything else."
His morals were matters of his private life, and they had been
neither better nor worse than the average. But he had breeding and
a sure sense of the fitness of things, and this present week-end
visit, with the ostentatious care the younger crowd took to allow
him time to see Natalie alone, was galling to him. It put him in
a false position; what hurt more, perhaps, in an unfavorable light.
The war had changed standards, too. Men were being measured,
especially by women, and those who failed to measure up were being
eliminated with cruel swiftness, especially the men who stayed at
home.
With all this, too, there was a growing admiration for Clayton
Spencer in their small circle. His name had been mentioned in
connection with an important position in Washington.
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