She saw his face and raised her eyebrows.
“You needn't scowl like that. He's quite as likely as not never to come back, isn't he? And Audrey didn't care a pin for him.”
“We're talking rather lightly of a very terrible thing, aren't we?”
“Oh, you're not,” she retorted. “You think just the same things as I do, but you're not so open about them. That's all.”
CHAPTER XI
Graham was engaged. He hardly knew himself how it had come about. His affair with Marion had been, up to the very moment of his blurted—out “I want you,” as light-hearted as that of any of the assorted young couples who flirted and kissed behind the closed doors of that popular house.
The crowd which frequented the Hayden home was gay, tolerant and occasionally nasty. It made ardent love semi-promiscuously, it drank rather more than it should, and its desire for a good time often brought it rather close to the danger line. It did not actually step over, but it hovered gayly on the brink.
And Toots remained high-priestess of her little cult. The men liked her. The girls imitated her. And Graham, young as he was, seeing her popularity, was vastly gratified to find himself standing high in her favor.
Marion was playing for the stake of the Spencer money. In her intimate circle every one knew it but Graham.