“You mean—he is working?”
“Not at night. He is simply obstinate. He says he is tired. I don't really mind any more. He is so hatefully heavy these days.”
“Heavy! Clay!”
“My dear!” Natalie drew her chair closer and lowered her voice. “What can one do with a man who simply lives war? He spends hours over the papers. He's up if the Allies make a gain, and impossible if they don't. I can tell by the very way he slams the door of his room when he comes home what the news is. It's dreadful.”
Audrey flushed.
“I wish there were more like him.”
But Natalie smiled tolerantly.
“You are not married to him. I suppose the war is important, but I don't want it twenty-four hours a day. I want to forget it if I can. It's hideous.”
Audrey's mouth twitched. After all, what was the good of talking to Natalie. She would only be resentful.
“How is the house coming on?” she asked.