He found Natalie in the drawing-room, pacing the floor. She was still in her morning dress, and her eyes were red and swollen. She gave him both her hands, and he was surprised to find them cold as ice.
“I knew you would come,” she said. “I am so alone, so terrified.”
He could hardly articulate.
“What is it?”
“Graham has been ordered abroad.”
He stood still, staring at her, and then he dropped her hands.
“Is that all?” he asked, dully.
“No.”
“Good heavens, Natalie! Tell me. I've been frantic with anxiety about you.”
“He was married to-night to Delight Haverford.”