In the clubs
there was considerable praise and some envy. And Rodney knew that
his affair with Natalie was the subject of much invidious comment.
"Do you love him?" he asked, suddenly.
"I - why, of course I do."
"Do you mean that?"
"I don't see what that has to do with our friendship."
"Oh - friendship! You know how I feel, and yet you go on, bringing
up that silly word. If you love him, you don't- love me, and yet
you've let me hang around all these months, knowing I am mad about
you. You don't play the game, Natalie."
"What do you want to say?"
"If you don't love Clayton, why don't you tell him so? He's honest
enough. And I miss my guess if he wants a wife who - cares for
somebody else."
She sat in the dusk, thinking, and he watched her. She looked very
lovely in the setting which he himself had designed for her. She
hated change; she loathed trouble, of any sort. And she was, those
days, just a little afraid of that strange, quiet Clayton who seemed
eternally engrossed in war and the things of war.
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