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With
the
second
act
she
began
to
give
more
attention
to
the
development
of
the
play
,
though
her
interest
was
excited
rather
by
what
she
called
“
the
story
”
than
by
the
conflict
of
character
producing
it
.
Oddly
combined
with
her
sharp
apprehension
of
things
theatrical
,
her
knowledge
of
technical
“
dodges
”
and
green
-
room
precedents
,
her
glibness
about
“
lines
”
and
“
curtains
”
,
was
the
primitive
simplicity
of
her
attitude
toward
the
tale
itself
,
as
toward
something
that
was
“
really
happening
”
and
at
which
one
assisted
as
at
a
street
-
accident
or
a
quarrel
overheard
in
the
next
room
.
She
wanted
to
know
if
Darrow
thought
the
lovers
“
really
would
”
be
involved
in
the
catastrophe
that
threatened
them
,
and
when
he
reminded
her
that
his
predictions
were
disqualified
by
his
having
already
seen
the
play
,
she
exclaimed
:
“
Oh
,
then
,
please
don
’
t
tell
me
what
’
s
going
to
happen
!
”
and
the
next
moment
was
questioning
him
about
Cerdine
’
s
theatrical
situation
and
her
private
history
.
On
the
latter
point
some
of
her
enquiries
were
of
a
kind
that
it
is
not
in
the
habit
of
young
girls
to
make
,
or
even
to
know
how
to
make
;
but
her
apparent
unconsciousness
of
the
fact
seemed
rather
to
reflect
on
her
past
associates
than
on
herself
.
When
the
second
act
was
over
,
Darrow
suggested
their
taking
a
turn
in
the
foyer
;
and
seated
on
one
of
its
cramped
red
velvet
sofas
they
watched
the
crowd
surge
up
and
down
in
a
glare
of
lights
and
gilding
.
Then
,
as
she
complained
of
the
heat
,
he
led
her
through
the
press
to
the
congested
café
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
where
orangeades
were
thrust
at
them
between
the
shoulders
of
packed
consommateurs
and
Darrow
,
lighting
a
cigarette
while
she
sucked
her
straw
,
knew
the
primitive
complacency
of
the
man
at
whose
companion
other
men
stare
.
On
a
corner
of
their
table
lay
a
smeared
copy
of
a
theatrical
journal
.
It
caught
Sophy
’
s
eye
and
after
poring
over
the
page
she
looked
up
with
an
excited
exclamation
.
“
They
’
re
giving
Oedipe
tomorrow
afternoon
at
the
Français
!
I
suppose
you
’
ve
seen
it
heaps
and
heaps
of
times
?
”
He
smiled
back
at
her
.
“
You
must
see
it
too
.
We
’
ll
go
tomorrow
.
”
She
sighed
at
his
suggestion
,
but
without
discarding
it
.
“
How
can
I
?
The
last
train
for
Joigny
leaves
at
four
.
”
“
But
you
don
’
t
know
yet
that
your
friends
will
want
you
.
”
“
I
shall
know
tomorrow
early
.
I
asked
Mrs
.
Farlow
to
telegraph
as
soon
as
she
got
my
letter
.
”
A
twinge
of
compunction
shot
through
Darrow
.
Her
words
recalled
to
him
that
on
their
return
to
the
hotel
after
luncheon
she
had
given
him
her
letter
to
post
,
and
that
he
had
never
thought
of
it
again
.
No
doubt
it
was
still
in
the
pocket
of
the
coat
he
had
taken
off
when
he
dressed
for
dinner
.
In
his
perturbation
he
pushed
back
his
chair
,
and
the
movement
made
her
look
up
at
him
.
