"If only you wouldn't hide, Audrey. That's what has made the talk. It's
not Chris's going."
"I'm not hiding. That's idiotic. I was bored to death, if you want the
truth. Look here, Rodney. You're not being honest. What do they say
about Chris and myself?"
He was cornered.
"Is it--about another woman?"
"Well, of course now and then--there are always such stories. And of
course Chris--"
"Yes, they knew Chris." Her voice was scornful. "So they think I'm
moping and hiding because--How interesting!"
She sat back, with her old insolent smile.
"Poor Chris!" she said. "The only man in the lot except Clay Spencer who
is doing his bit for the war, and they--when is your party, Roddie?"
"New-year's Eve."
"I'll come," she said. And smiling again, dangerously, "I'll come, with
bells on."