"I'm through," he reflected savagely. "I'll show them something,
too. I'll - "
He hesitated. How lovely she was! And she cared for him. She was
small and selfish and unspeakably vain, but she cared for him.
The war had done something for Rodney Page. He no longer dreamed
the old dream, of turning her ice to fire. But he dreamed, for a
moment, something finer. He saw Natalie his, and growing big and
fine through love. He saw himself and Natalie, like cards in the
game of life, re-dealt. A new combination; a winning hand -
CHAPTER XLVII
Very quietly Audrey had taken herself out of Clayton's life. She
sent him a little note of farewell:
"We have had ten very wonderful months, Clay," she wrote. "We ought
to be very happy. So few have as much. And we both know that this
can't go on. I am going abroad. I have an opportunity to go over
and see what Englishwomen are doing in the way of standing behind
their men at war. Then I am to tell our women at home.
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