“They met once since Clayton gave Doctor Haverford the car. Graham helped her when she had got into a ditch, I believe. And I thought perhaps they had quarreled about something.”
“That would imply a degree of intimacy that hardly exists, does it?” Natalie said, sharply.
But Mrs. Haverford had not fought the verbal battles of the parish for twenty years in vain.
“It was the day of that unfortunate incident at the country club, Natalie.”
Natalie colored.
“Accident, rather than incident.”
“How is the poor child?”
“He is quite well again,” Natalie said impatiently “I can not understand the amount of fuss every one makes over the boy. He ran in front of where Graham was driving and got what he probably deserved.”
“I understand Clayton has given him a position.”
“He has made him an office boy.”