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She had been too engrossed to comment on Audrey's presence there, and Audrey had gone out immediately and left them together. Clayton was forced, that night, to an unwilling comparison of Natalie with another woman. On the surface of their lives, where only they met, Natalie had always borne comparison well.
Raleigh's face, hidden as it were behind her smile, that struck terror to Audrey's heart. She thrust out the letter in an anguish of unconcealed suspense. "Read it! Read it!" she implored, "and tell me what has happened quickly, for I I don't understand!" Mrs. Raleigh took the letter, passing a supporting arm around the girl's quivering form. "Sit down, dear!" she said tenderly.
In a moment, however, she was smiling, a faint, inscrutable smile, and presently she came a little nearer and took Audrey's hand in her own. The soft, hot, lingering touch thrilled the girl. She began to speak hurriedly, not knowing why she spoke nor what she wished to say: "Mistress Evelyn"
And in they went, Audrey leading, and demanding at once a bottle of the specific; Audrey had scarcely spoken when the left-hand girl in the window, who, of course, from her vantage had a full view of the shop, screamed lightly and jumped down from the window. "Don't give me away!" she whispered appealingly in Audrey's ear.
"And we don't know why we don't so there's a woman's answer for you. Kinsfolk though we are, we see little of each other." Mr. Dennie made no remark on this. He walked along at Audrey's side, apparently in deep thought, and suddenly he looked across at her mother.
"You can talk to his mother." "If I know his mother ? and I think I do it won't do the slightest good." "Then his father. You are great friends, aren't you?" Even this indirect mention of Clayton made Audrey's hands tremble. She put them behind her. "We are very good friends," she said. But Delight was too engrossed to notice the deeper note in her voice. "I'll see what I can do.
"I can see steps in it from here, and I can see a gate at the bottom of the garden." "What a vision you have, darling!" murmured Madame Piriac. "As you wish, provided we get there." The dinghy, at Audrey's request, was brought round to the side of the yacht opposite from the Hard, and, screening her face as well as she could with an open parasol, she tripped down by the steps into it.
"Don't be vexed with Audrey, mother," he said, jumping up and throwing his arms round her neck, "it was most my fault. Audrey wanted to whisper to me. Oh mother," he went on, hugging mother closer and burying his round dark head on her shoulder, "oh mother, Audrey's told me."
Miss Thompkins and Miss Nickall began slowly to differentiate themselves in Audrey's mind. At first they were merely two American girls the first Audrey had met. They were of about the same age whatever that age might be and if they were not exactly of the same age, then Tommy with red hair was older than Nick with grey hair.
And there was something in the strong girl's nonchalant and curt departure which woke a chord in Audrey's soul that had never been wakened before. Audrey could scarcely credit that she was on the same planet as Essex.
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