“She hates it.”
He rather wondered if she thought Natalie was one of the things he managed badly.
The sense of companionship warmed him. Although neither of them realized it, their mutual loneliness and dissatisfaction had brought them together, and mentally at least they were clinging, each desperately to the other. But their talk was disjointed:
“I'll return that hundred soon. I've sold the house.”
“I wish you wouldn't worry about it. It's ridiculous, Audrey.”
And, a hundred yards or so further on, “They wouldn't have Chris in Canada. His heart. He's going into the French Ambulance service.”
“Good for Chris.”
But she came out very frankly, when they started back to the clubhouse.
“It's done me a lot of good, meeting you, Clay. There's something so big and solid and dependable about you. I wonder—I suppose you don't mind my using you as a sort of anchor to windward?”
“Good heavens, Audrey! If I could only do something.”