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Thank
you
both
for
being
justabit
tight
—
"
Later
they
sat
with
the
children
on
the
Moorish
roof
and
watched
the
fireworks
of
two
casinos
,
far
apart
,
far
down
on
the
shore
.
It
was
lonely
and
sad
to
be
so
empty
-
hearted
toward
each
other
.
Next
morning
,
back
from
shopping
in
Cannes
,
Nicole
found
a
note
saying
that
Dick
had
taken
the
small
car
and
gone
up
into
Provence
for
a
few
days
by
himself
.
Even
as
she
read
it
the
phone
rang
—
it
was
Tommy
Barban
from
Monte
Carlo
,
saying
that
he
had
received
her
letter
and
was
driving
over
.
She
felt
her
lips
’
warmth
in
the
receiver
as
she
welcomed
his
coming
.
She
bathed
and
anointed
herself
and
covered
her
body
with
a
layer
of
powder
,
while
her
toes
crunched
another
pile
on
a
bath
towel
.
She
looked
microscopically
at
the
lines
of
her
flanks
,
wondering
how
soon
the
fine
,
slim
edifice
would
begin
to
sink
squat
and
earthward
.
In
about
six
years
,
but
now
I
’
ll
do
—
in
fact
I
’
ll
do
as
well
as
any
one
I
know
.
She
was
not
exaggerating
.
The
only
physical
disparity
between
Nicole
at
present
and
the
Nicole
of
five
years
before
was
simply
that
she
was
no
longer
a
young
girl
.
But
she
was
enough
ridden
by
the
current
youth
worship
,
the
moving
pictures
with
their
myriad
faces
of
girl
-
children
,
blandly
represented
as
carrying
on
the
work
and
wisdom
of
the
world
,
to
feel
a
jealousy
of
youth
.
She
put
on
the
first
ankle
-
length
day
dress
that
she
had
owned
for
many
years
,
and
crossed
herself
reverently
with
Chanel
Sixteen
.
When
Tommy
drove
up
at
one
o
’
clock
she
had
made
her
person
into
the
trimmest
of
gardens
.
How
good
to
have
things
like
this
,
to
be
worshipped
again
,
to
pretend
to
have
a
mystery
!
She
had
lost
two
of
the
great
arrogant
years
in
the
life
of
a
pretty
girl
—
now
she
felt
like
making
up
for
them
;
she
greeted
Tommy
as
if
he
were
one
of
many
men
at
her
feet
,
walking
ahead
of
him
instead
of
beside
him
as
they
crossed
the
garden
toward
the
market
umbrella
.
Attractive
women
of
nineteen
and
of
twenty
-
nine
are
alike
in
their
breezy
confidence
;
on
the
contrary
,
the
exigent
womb
of
the
twenties
does
not
pull
the
outside
world
centripetally
around
itself
.
The
former
are
ages
of
insolence
,
comparable
the
one
to
a
young
cadet
,
the
other
to
a
fighter
strutting
after
combat
.
But
whereas
a
girl
of
nineteen
draws
her
confidence
from
a
surfeit
of
attention
,
a
woman
of
twenty
-
nine
is
nourished
on
subtler
stuff
.
Desirous
,
she
chooses
her
apéritifs
wisely
,
or
,
content
,
she
enjoys
the
caviare
of
potential
power
.
Happily
she
does
not
seem
,
in
either
case
,
to
anticipate
the
subsequent
years
when
her
insight
will
often
be
blurred
by
panic
,
by
the
fear
of
stopping
or
the
fear
of
going
on
.
But
on
the
landings
of
nineteen
or
twenty
-
nine
she
is
pretty
sure
that
there
are
no
bears
in
the
hall
.
Nicole
did
not
want
any
vague
spiritual
romance
—
she
wanted
an
"
affair
"
;
she
wanted
a
change
.
She
realized
,
thinking
with
Dick
’
s
thoughts
,
that
from
a
superficial
view
it
was
a
vulgar
business
to
enter
,
without
emotion
,
into
an
indulgence
that
menaced
all
of
them
.
On
the
other
hand
,
she
blamed
Dick
for
the
immediate
situation
,
and
honestly
thought
that
such
an
experiment
might
have
a
therapeutic
value
.
All
summer
she
had
been
stimulated
by
watching
people
do
exactly
what
they
were
tempted
to
do
and
pay
no
penalty
for
it
—
moreover
,
in
spite
of
her
intention
of
no
longer
lying
to
herself
,
she
preferred
to
consider
that
she
was
merely
feeling
her
way
and
that
at
any
moment
she
could
withdraw
.
.
.
.
