"
"We mustn't worry about what may come. He is better now. The
chances are that he'll stay better."
"Probably. I suppose, because I have been so ill - "
He felt the demand for sympathy, but he had none to give. And he
felt something else. Natalie was floundering, an odd word for her,
always so sure of herself. She was frightened, unsure of herself,
and - floundering. Why?
"Are you going to be in to-night?"
"Yes."
She gave a curious little gesture. Then she evidently made up her
mind and she faced him defiantly.
"Of course, if I had known he was going to be better, I'd - Clay,
I wired yesterday for Rodney Page. He arrives to-night."
"Rodney?"
"Yes."
"I don't think I quite understand, Natalie. Why did you wire for
him?"
"You wouldn't understand, of course. I was in trouble. He has been
my best friend. I tried to bear it alone, but I couldn't. I - "
"Alone! You wouldn't see me."
"I couldn't, Clay."
"Why?"
"Because - if Graham had died - "
Her mouth trembled.
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