"It"s town talk, my dear. Doctor Haverford spoke to Clayton about it some days ago. He rather gathered Clayton already knew."
That, too, was like dear Clayton, Natalie reflected bitterly. He had told her nothing. In her heart she added secretiveness to the long list of Clayton"s deficiencies toward her.
"Personally, I imagine they were heavily in debt," Mrs. Haverford went on. "They had been living beyond their means, of course. I like Mrs.
Valentine, but I do think, to drive a man to his death, or what may be his death--"
"I don"t believe it. I don"t believe he went to fight, anyway. He was probably in some sort of a sc.r.a.pe."
"She has sold her house."
Natalie"s impulse of sympathy toward Audrey was drowned in her rising indignation. That all this could happen and Audrey not let her know was incredible.
"I haven"t seen her recently," she said coldly.
"n.o.body has. I do think she might have seen her clergyman. There is a time when only the church can give us the comfort we need, my dear."
And whatever Mrs. Haverford"s faults, she meant that quite simply.
"And you say Clay knew?"
"It"s rather likely he would. They were golfing together, weren"t they, when that caddie was hurt?"
Natalie was not a jealous woman. She had, for years, taken Clay"s faithfulness for granted, and her own complacency admitted no chance of such a possibility. But she was quick to realize that she had him at a disadvantage.
"How long have you known it?" she asked him that night, when, after the long dinner was over, she sat with her elbows on the table and faced him across the candles.
He was tired and depressed, and his fine face looked drawn. But he roused and smiled across at her. He had begun to have a feeling that he must make up to Natalie for something--he hardly knew for what.
"Known what, dear?"
"About Chris and Audrey?"
He was fundamentally honest, so he answered her directly.
"Since the day Chris left."
"When was that?"
"The day we dined there."
"And Audrey told you?"
"She had to, in a way. I"m sure she"ll tell you herself. She"s been rather hiding away, I imagine."
"Why did she have to tell you?"
"If you want the exact truth, she borrowed a small sum from me, as the banks were closed, naturally. There was some emergency--I don"t know what."
"She borrowed from you!"
"A very small amount, my dear. Don"t look like that, Natalie. She knew I generally carried money with me."
"Oh, I"m not jealous! Audrey probably thinks of you as a sort of grandfather, anyhow. It"s not that. It is your keeping the thing from me."
"It was not my secret."
But Natalie was jealous. She had that curious jealousy of her friends which some women are cursed with, of being first in their regard and their confidence. A slow and smoldering anger against Audrey, which had nothing whatever to do with Clayton, darkened her eyes.
"I"m through with Audrey. That"s all," she said.
And the man across regarded her with a sort of puzzled wonder.
Her indignation against Clayton took the form of calculation; and she was quick to pursue her advantage. In the library she produced the new and enlarged plans for the house.
"Roddie says he has tried to call you at the mill, but you are always out of your office. So he sent these around to-day."
True to the resolution he had made that night in the hospital, he went over them carefully. And even their magnitude, while it alarmed him, brought no protest from him. After all the mill and the new plant were his toys to play with. He found there something to fill up the emptiness of his life. If a great house was Natalie"s ambition, if it gave her pleasure and something to live for, she ought to have it.
She had prepared herself for a protest, but he made none, even when the rather startling estimate was placed before him.
"I just want you to be happy, my dear," he said. "But I hope you"ll arrange not to run over the estimate. It is being pretty expensive as it is. But after all, success doesn"t mean anything, unless we are going to get something out of it."
They were closer together that evening than they had been for months.
And at last he fell to talking about the mill. Natalie, curled up on the chaise longue in her boudoir, listened attentively, but with small comprehension as he poured out his dream, for himself now, for Graham later. A few years more and he would retire. Graham could take hold then. He might even go into politics. He would be fifty then, and a man of fifty should be in his prime. And to retire and do nothing was impossible. A fellow went to seed.
Eyes on the wood fire, he talked on until at last, roused by Natalie"s silence, he glanced up. She was sound asleep.
Some time later, in his dressing-gown and slippers, he came and roused her. She smiled up at him like a drowsy child.
"Awfully tired," she said. "Is Graham in?"
"Not yet."
She held up her hands, and he drew her to her feet.
"You"ve been awfully dear about the house," she said. And standing on tiptoe, she kissed him on the cheek. Still holding both her hands, he looked down at her gravely.
"Do you really think that, Natalie?"
"Of course."
"Then--will you do something in return?"
Her eyes became shrewd, watchful.
"Anything in reason."
"Don"t, don"t, dear, make Graham afraid of me."