“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. But don't count on me too much. You spoke of a girl. I suppose I know who it is.”
“Probably. It is Marion Hayden. He is engaged to her.”
And again Audrey marveled at her poise, for Delight's little tragedy was clear by that time. Clear, and very sad.
“I can't imagine his really being in love with her.”
“But he must be. They are engaged.”
Audrey smiled at the simple philosophy of nineteen, smiled and was extremely touched. How brave the child was! Audrey's own courageous heart rather swelled in admiration.