After a time she saw the car waiting, and she went slowly back to the
house. Natalie was already inside, and she made no apologies whatever.
The drive back was difficult. Natalie openly sulked, replied in
monosyllables, made no effort herself until they were in the city again.
Then she said, "I'm sorry I asked you to speak to Clay. Of course you
needn't do it."
"Not if it is to do what you said. But I wish you wouldn't misunderstand
me, Natalie. I'm awfully sorry. We just think differently."
"We certainly do," said Natalie briefly. And that was her good-by.