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"
I
think
you
’
re
a
much
better
man
than
I
am
a
woman
,
my
sweet
,
"
she
said
.
He
gave
her
his
good
,
friendly
smile
and
slightly
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
dear
,
I
had
a
wonderful
profile
,
but
you
’
ve
got
genius
.
"
Julia
giggled
.
There
was
a
certain
fun
to
be
got
out
of
a
man
who
never
knew
what
you
were
talking
about
.
But
what
did
they
mean
when
they
said
an
actress
had
genius
?
Julia
had
often
asked
herself
what
it
was
that
had
placed
her
at
last
head
and
shoulders
above
her
contemporaries
.
She
had
had
detractors
.
At
one
time
people
had
compared
her
unfavourably
with
some
actress
or
other
who
at
the
moment
enjoyed
the
public
favour
,
but
now
no
one
disputed
her
supremacy
.
It
was
true
that
she
had
not
the
world
-
wide
notoriety
of
the
film
-
stars
;
she
had
tried
her
luck
on
the
pictures
,
but
had
achieved
no
success
;
her
face
on
the
stage
so
mobile
and
expressive
for
some
reason
lost
on
the
screen
,
and
after
one
trial
she
had
with
Michael
’
s
approval
refused
to
accept
any
of
the
offers
that
were
from
time
to
time
made
her
.
She
had
got
a
good
deal
of
useful
publicity
out
of
her
dignified
attitude
.
But
Julia
did
not
envy
the
film
-
stars
;
they
came
and
went
;
she
stayed
.
When
it
was
possible
she
went
to
see
the
performance
of
actresses
who
played
leading
parts
on
the
London
stage
.
She
was
generous
in
her
praise
of
them
and
her
praise
was
sincere
.
Sometimes
she
honestly
thought
them
so
very
good
that
she
could
not
understand
why
people
made
so
much
fuss
over
her
.
She
was
much
too
intelligent
not
to
know
in
what
estimation
the
public
held
her
,
but
she
was
modest
about
herself
.
It
always
surprised
her
when
people
raved
over
something
she
had
done
that
came
to
her
so
naturally
that
she
had
never
thought
it
possible
to
do
anything
else
.
The
critics
admired
her
variety
.
They
praised
especially
her
capacity
for
insinuating
herself
into
a
part
.
She
was
not
aware
that
she
deliberately
observed
people
,
but
when
she
came
to
study
a
new
part
vague
recollections
surged
up
in
her
from
she
knew
not
where
,
and
she
found
that
she
knew
things
about
the
character
she
was
to
represent
that
she
had
had
no
inkling
of
.
It
helped
her
to
think
of
someone
she
knew
or
even
someone
she
had
seen
in
the
street
or
at
a
party
;
she
combined
with
this
recollection
her
own
personality
,
and
thus
built
up
a
character
founded
on
fact
but
enriched
with
her
experience
,
her
knowledge
of
technique
and
her
amazing
magnetism
.
People
thought
that
she
only
acted
during
the
two
or
three
hours
she
was
on
the
stage
;
they
did
not
know
that
the
character
she
was
playing
dwelt
in
the
back
of
her
mind
all
day
long
,
when
she
was
talking
to
others
with
all
the
appearance
of
attention
,
or
in
whatever
business
she
was
engaged
.
It
often
seemed
to
her
that
she
was
two
persons
,
the
actress
,
the
popular
favourite
,
the
best
-
dressed
woman
in
London
,
and
that
was
a
shadow
;
and
the
woman
she
was
playing
at
night
,
and
that
was
the
substance
.
"
Damned
if
I
know
what
genius
is
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
But
I
know
this
,
I
’
d
give
all
I
have
to
be
eighteen
.
"
But
she
knew
that
wasn
’
t
true
.
If
she
were
given
the
chance
to
go
back
again
would
she
take
it
?
No
.
Not
really
.
It
was
not
the
popularity
,
the
celebrity
if
you
like
,
that
she
cared
for
,
nor
the
hold
she
had
over
audiences
,
the
real
love
they
bore
her
,
it
was
certainly
not
the
money
this
had
brought
her
;
it
was
the
power
she
felt
in
herself
,
her
mastery
over
the
medium
,
that
thrilled
her
.
She
could
step
into
a
part
,
not
a
very
good
one
perhaps
,
with
silly
words
to
say
,
and
by
her
personality
,
by
the
dexterity
which
she
had
at
her
finger
-
tips
,
infuse
it
with
life
.
There
was
no
one
who
could
do
what
she
could
with
a
part
.
Sometimes
she
felt
like
God
.
"
And
besides
,
"
she
chuckled
,
"
Tom
wouldn
’
t
be
born
.
"
