“How like dear Clayton!” breathed Mrs. Haverford, and counted the honors as hers. But she had not come to quarrel. She had had, indeed, a frankly benevolent purpose in coming, and she proceeded to carry it out at once.
“I do think, my dear,” she said, “that some one ought to tell Audrey Valentine the stories that are going about.”
“What has she been doing?” Natalie asked, with her cool smile. “There is always some story about Audrey, isn't there?”
“Do you mean to say you haven't heard?”
“I don't hear much gossip.”
Mrs. Haverford let that pass.
“You know how rabid she has been about the war. Well, the story is,” she went on, with a certain unction, “that she has driven Chris to enlisting in the Foreign Legion, or something. Anyhow, he sailed from Halifax last week.”
Natalie straightened in her chair.
“Are you certain?”
“It's town talk, my dear. Doctor Haverford spoke to Clayton about it some days ago. He rather gathered Clayton already knew.”