She was always a casual hostess. Having got her parties together, and
having fed them well, she consistently declined further responsibility.
She kept open house, her side board and her servants at the call of
her friends, but she was quite capable of withdrawing herself, without
explanation, once things were moving well, to be found later by some
one who was leaving, writing letters, fussing with her endless bills, or
sending a check she could not possibly afford to some one in want
whom she happened to have heard about. Her popularity was founded on
something more substantial than her dinners.
Clayton was liking Audrey better that night than he had ever liked her,
though even now he did not entirely approve of her. And to the call of
any woman in trouble he always responded. It occurred to him, following
her up the stairs, that not only was something wrong with Audrey, but
that it was the first time he had ever known her to show weakness.
Chris's study was dark. She groped her way in and turned on the lamp,
and then turned and faced him.
"I'm in an awful mess, Clay," she said. "And the worst of it is, I don't
know just what sort of a mess it is."
"Are you going to tell me about it?"
"Some of it. And if I don't start to yelling like a tom-cat."
"You're not going to do that. Let me get you something."
He was terrified by her eyes. "Some aromatic ammonia." That was
Natalie's cure for everything.
"I'm not going to faint. I never do. Close the door and sit down. And
then--give me a hundred dollars, if you have it. Will you?"
"Is that enough?" he asked. And drew out his black silk evening wallet,
with its monogram in seed pearls. He laid the money on her knee, for she
made no move to take it. She sat back, her face colorless, and surveyed
him intently.
"What a comfort you are, Clay," she said. "Not a word in question. Just
like that! Yet you know I don't borrow money, usually."
"The only thing that is important is that I have the money with me. Are
you sure it's enough?"
"Plenty. I'll send it back in a week or so. I'm selling this house. It's
practically sold. I don't know why anybody wants it. It's a poky little
place. But--well, it doesn't matter about the house. I called up some
people to-day who have been wanting one in this neighborhood and I'm
practically sure they'll take it."