Months afterward, Clayton Spencer, looking back, realized that the night

of the dinner at the Chris Valentines marked the beginning of a new

epoch for him. Yet he never quite understood what it was that had

caused the change. All that was clear was that in retrospect he always

commenced with that evening, when he was trying to trace his own course

through the months that followed, with their various changes, to the

momentous ones of the following Summer.

Everything pertaining to the dinner, save the food, stood out with odd

distinctness. Natalie's silence during the drive, broken only by his few

questions and her brief replies. Had the place looked well? Very. And

was the planting going on all right? She supposed so. He had hesitated,

rather discouraged. Then: "I don't want to spoil your pleasure in the place, Natalie--" he had

said, rather awkwardly. "After all, you will be there more than I shall.

You'd better have it the way you like it."

She had appeared mollified at that and had relaxed somewhat. He fancied

that the silence that followed was no longer resentful, that she was

busily planning. But when they had almost reached the house she turned

to him.

"Please don't talk war all evening, Clay," she said. "I'm so ghastly

sick of it."

"All right," he agreed amiably. "Of course I can't prevent the others

doing it."

"It's generally you who lead up to it. Ever since you came back you've

bored everybody to death with it."

"Sorry," he said, rather stiffly. "I'll be careful."

He had a wretched feeling that she was probably right. He had come back

so full of new impressions that he had probably overflowed with them.

It was a very formal, extremely tall and reticent Clayton Spencer who

greeted Audrey that night.

Afterward he remembered that Audrey was not quite her usual frivolous

self that evening. But perhaps that was only in retrospect, in view of

what he learned later. She was very daringly dressed, as usual, wearing

a very low gown and a long chain and ear-rings of black opals, and as

usual all the men in the room were grouped around her.

"Thank heaven for one dignified man," she exclaimed, looking up at him.

"Clayton, you do give tone to my parties."

It was not until they went in to dinner that he missed Chris. He heard

Audrey giving his excuses.

"He's been called out of town," she said. "Clay, you're to have his

place. And the flowers are low, so I can look across and admire you."




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