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With
the
same
laudable
*
object
he
had
had
all
their
press
cuttings
from
the
very
beginning
pasted
in
a
series
of
large
books
.
There
were
photographs
of
Julia
when
she
was
a
child
,
and
photographs
of
her
as
a
young
girl
,
photographs
of
her
in
her
first
parts
,
photographs
of
her
as
a
young
married
woman
,
with
Michael
,
and
then
with
Roger
,
her
son
,
as
a
baby
.
There
was
one
photograph
of
the
three
of
them
,
Michael
very
manly
and
incredibly
handsome
,
herself
all
tenderness
looking
down
at
Roger
with
maternal
feeling
,
and
Roger
a
little
boy
with
a
curly
head
,
which
had
been
an
enormous
success
.
All
the
illustrated
papers
had
given
it
a
full
page
and
they
had
used
it
on
the
programmes
.
Reduced
to
picture
-
postcard
size
it
had
sold
in
the
provinces
for
years
.
It
was
such
a
bore
that
Roger
when
he
got
to
Eton
refused
to
be
photographed
with
her
any
more
.
It
seemed
so
funny
of
him
not
to
want
to
be
in
the
papers
.
"
People
will
think
you
’
re
deformed
or
something
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
And
it
’
s
not
as
if
it
weren
’
t
good
form
.
You
should
just
go
to
a
first
night
and
see
the
society
people
how
they
mob
the
photographers
,
cabinet
ministers
and
judges
and
everyone
.
They
may
pretend
they
don
’
t
like
it
,
but
just
see
them
posing
when
they
think
the
camera
-
man
’
s
got
his
eye
on
them
.
"
But
he
was
obstinate
.
Julia
came
across
a
photograph
of
herself
as
Beatrice
.
It
was
the
only
Shakespearean
part
she
had
ever
played
.
She
knew
that
she
didn
’
t
look
well
in
costume
;
she
could
never
understand
why
,
because
no
one
could
wear
modern
clothes
as
well
as
she
could
.
She
had
her
clothes
made
in
Paris
,
both
for
the
stage
and
for
private
life
,
and
the
dressmakers
said
that
no
one
brought
them
more
orders
.
She
had
a
lovely
figure
,
everyone
admitted
that
;
she
was
fairly
tall
for
a
woman
,
and
she
had
long
legs
.
It
was
a
pity
she
had
never
had
a
chance
of
playing
Rosalind
,
she
would
have
looked
all
right
in
boy
’
s
clothes
,
of
course
it
was
too
late
now
,
but
perhaps
it
was
just
as
well
she
hadn
’
t
risked
it
.
Though
you
would
have
thought
,
with
her
brilliance
,
her
roguishness
,
her
sense
of
comedy
she
would
have
been
perfect
.
The
critics
hadn
’
t
really
liked
her
Beatrice
.
It
was
that
damned
blank
verse
.
Her
voice
,
her
rather
low
rich
voice
,
with
that
effective
hoarseness
,
which
wrung
your
heart
in
an
emotional
passage
or
gave
so
much
humour
to
a
comedy
line
,
seemed
to
sound
all
wrong
when
she
spoke
it
.
And
then
her
articulation
;
it
was
so
distinct
that
,
without
raising
her
voice
,
she
could
make
you
hear
her
every
word
in
the
last
row
of
the
gallery
;
they
said
it
made
verse
sound
like
prose
.
The
fact
was
,
she
supposed
,
that
she
was
much
too
modern
.
Michael
had
started
with
Shakespeare
.
That
was
before
she
knew
him
.
He
had
played
Romeo
at
Cambridge
,
and
when
he
came
down
,
after
a
year
at
a
dramatic
school
,
Benson
had
engaged
him
.
He
toured
the
country
and
played
a
great
variety
of
parts
.
But
he
realized
that
Shakespeare
would
get
him
nowhere
and
that
if
he
wanted
to
become
a
leading
actor
he
must
gain
experience
in
modern
plays
.
A
man
called
James
Langton
was
running
a
repertory
theatre
at
Middlepool
that
was
attracting
a
good
deal
of
attention
;
and
after
Michael
had
been
with
Benson
for
three
years
,
when
the
company
was
going
to
Middlepool
on
its
annual
visit
,
he
wrote
to
Langton
and
asked
whether
he
would
see
him
.
Jimmie
Langton
,
a
fat
,
bald
-
headed
,
rubicund
man
of
forty
-
five
,
who
looked
like
one
of
Rubens
’
prosperous
burghers
,
had
a
passion
for
the
theatre
.
He
was
an
eccentric
,
arrogant
,
exuberant
,
vain
and
charming
fellow
.
He
loved
acting
,
but
his
physique
prevented
him
from
playing
any
but
a
few
parts
,
which
was
fortunate
,
for
he
was
a
bad
actor
.
He
could
not
subdue
his
natural
flamboyance
,
and
every
part
he
played
,
though
he
studied
it
with
care
and
gave
it
thought
,
he
turned
into
a
grotesque
.
He
broadened
every
gesture
,
he
exaggerated
every
intonation
.
But
it
was
a
very
different
matter
when
he
rehearsed
his
cast
;
then
he
would
suffer
nothing
artificial
.
His
ear
was
perfect
,
and
though
he
could
not
produce
the
right
intonation
himself
he
would
never
let
a
false
one
pass
in
anyone
else
.
"
Don
’
t
be
natural
,
"
he
told
his
company
.
"
The
stage
isn
’
t
the
place
for
that
.
The
stage
is
make
-
believe
.
But
seem
natural
.
"
He
worked
his
company
hard
.
They
rehearsed
every
morning
from
ten
till
two
,
when
he
sent
them
home
to
learn
their
parts
and
rest
before
the
evening
’
s
performance
.
He
bullied
them
,
he
screamed
at
them
,
he
mocked
them
.
He
underpaid
them
.
But
if
they
played
a
moving
scene
well
he
cried
like
a
child
,
and
when
they
said
an
amusing
line
as
he
wanted
it
said
he
bellowed
with
laughter
.
He
would
skip
about
the
stage
on
one
leg
if
he
was
pleased
,
and
if
he
was
angry
would
throw
the
script
down
and
stamp
on
it
while
tears
of
rage
ran
down
his
cheeks
.
The
company
laughed
at
him
and
abused
him
and
did
everything
they
could
to
please
him
.
He
aroused
a
protective
instinct
in
them
,
so
that
one
and
all
they
felt
that
they
couldn
’
t
let
him
down
.
Though
they
said
he
drove
them
like
slaves
,
and
they
never
had
a
moment
to
themselves
,
flesh
and
blood
couldn
’
t
stand
it
,
it
gave
them
a
sort
of
horrible
satisfaction
to
comply
with
his
outrageous
demands
.
