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"
It
didn
’
t
upset
me
,
"
he
objected
.
"
Darling
,
unless
you
’
re
physically
tired
let
’
s
do
something
.
Otherwise
we
’
ll
get
south
and
spend
a
week
wondering
why
we
didn
’
t
see
Boucher
.
It
’
s
better
than
brooding
—
"
This
was
a
blunder
and
Nicole
took
him
up
sharply
.
"
Brooding
about
what
?
"
"
About
Maria
Wallis
.
"
She
agreed
to
go
to
a
play
.
It
was
a
tradition
between
them
that
they
should
never
be
too
tired
for
anything
,
and
they
found
it
made
the
days
better
on
the
whole
and
put
the
evenings
more
in
order
.
When
,
inevitably
,
their
spirits
flagged
they
shifted
the
blame
to
the
weariness
and
fatigue
of
others
.
Before
they
went
out
,
as
fine
-
looking
a
couple
as
could
be
found
in
Paris
,
they
knocked
softly
at
Rosemary
’
s
door
.
There
was
no
answer
;
judging
that
she
was
asleep
they
walked
into
a
warm
strident
Paris
night
,
snatching
a
vermouth
and
bitters
in
the
shadow
by
Fouquet
’
s
bar
.
Nicole
awoke
late
,
murmuring
something
back
into
her
dream
before
she
parted
her
long
lashes
tangled
with
sleep
.
Dick
’
s
bed
was
empty
—
only
after
a
minute
did
she
realize
that
she
had
been
awakened
by
a
knock
at
their
salon
door
.
"
Entrez
!
"
she
called
,
but
there
was
no
answer
,
and
after
a
moment
she
slipped
on
a
dressing
-
gown
and
went
to
open
it
.
A
sergent
-
de
-
ville
confronted
her
courteously
and
stepped
inside
the
door
.
"
Mr
.
Afghan
North
—
he
is
here
?
"
"
What
?
No
—
he
’
s
gone
to
America
.
"
"
When
did
he
leave
,
Madame
?
"
