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"But--you and Chris--"

"We have separated, Clay. At least, Chris has gone. There's a long story

behind it. I'm not up to telling it to-night. And this money will end

part of it. That's all I'm going to tell about the money. It's a small

sum, isn't it, to break up a family!"

"Why, it's absurd! It's--it's horrible, Audrey."

"Oh, it isn't the money. That's a trifle. I just had to have it quickly.

And when I learned I needed it of course the banks were closed. Besides,

I fancy Chris had to have all there was."

Clayton was puzzled and distressed. He had not liked Chris. He had hated

his cynicism, his pose of indifference. His very fastidiousness had

never seemed entirely genuine. And this going away and taking all

Audrey's small reserve of money-"Where is he?"

"I don't know. I believe on his way to Canada."

"Do you mean--"

"Oh, no, he didn't steal anything. He's going to enlist in the Canadian

army. Or he said so when he left."

"Look here, Audrey, you can't tell me only part of the story. Do you

mean to say that Chris has had a magnificent impulse and gone to fight?

Or that he's running away from something?"

"Both," said Audrey. "I'll tell you this much, Clay. Chris has got

himself into a scrape. I won't tell you about that, because after all

that's his story. And I'm not asking for sympathy. If you dare to pity

me I'll cry, and I'll never forgive you."

"Why didn't he stay and face it like a man? Not leave you to face it."

"Because the only person it greatly concerned was myself. He didn't want

to face me. The thing that is driving me almost mad is that he may be

killed over there. Not because I love him so much. I think you know how

things have been. But because he went to--well, I think to reinstate

himself in my esteem, to show me he's a man, after all."

"Good heavens, Audrey. And you went through dinner with all this to

bear!"

"I've got to carry it right along, haven't I? You know how I've been

about this war, Clay. I've talked and talked about wondering how our men

could stay out of it. So when the smash came, he just said he was going.

He would show me there was some good stuff in him still. You see, I've

really driven him to it, and if he's killed--"