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"
I
don
’
t
quite
,
"
admitted
Rosemary
.
"
How
do
you
mean
out
of
character
?
"
"
You
do
the
unexpected
thing
until
you
’
ve
manoeuvred
the
audience
back
from
the
objective
fact
to
yourself
.
THEN
you
slide
into
character
again
.
"
Nicole
could
stand
no
more
.
She
stood
up
sharply
,
making
no
attempt
to
conceal
her
impatience
.
Rosemary
,
who
had
been
for
a
few
minutes
half
-
conscious
of
this
,
turned
in
a
conciliatory
way
to
Topsy
.
"
Would
you
like
to
be
an
actress
when
you
grow
up
?
I
think
you
’
d
make
a
fine
actress
.
"
Nicole
stared
at
her
deliberately
and
in
her
grandfather
’
s
voice
said
,
slow
and
distinct
:
"
It
’
s
absolutely
OUT
to
put
such
ideas
in
the
heads
of
other
people
’
s
children
.
Remember
,
we
may
have
quite
different
plans
for
them
.
"
She
turned
sharply
to
Dick
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
take
the
car
home
.
I
’
ll
send
Michelle
for
you
and
the
children
.
"
"
You
haven
’
t
driven
for
months
,
"
he
protested
.
"
I
haven
’
t
forgotten
how
.
"
Without
a
glance
at
Rosemary
whose
face
was
"
responding
"
violently
,
Nicole
left
the
umbrella
.
In
the
bathhouse
,
she
changed
to
pajamas
,
her
expression
still
hard
as
a
plaque
.
But
as
she
turned
into
the
road
of
arched
pines
and
the
atmosphere
changed
—
with
a
squirrel
’
s
flight
on
a
branch
,
a
wind
nudging
at
the
leaves
,
a
cock
splitting
distant
air
,
with
a
creep
of
sunlight
transpiring
through
the
immobility
,
then
the
voices
of
the
beach
receded
—
Nicole
relaxed
and
felt
new
and
happy
;
her
thoughts
were
clear
as
good
bells
—
she
had
a
sense
of
being
cured
and
in
a
new
way
.
Her
ego
began
blooming
like
a
great
rich
rose
as
she
scrambled
back
along
the
labyrinths
in
which
she
had
wandered
for
years
.
She
hated
the
beach
,
resented
the
places
where
she
had
played
planet
to
Dick
’
s
sun
.
