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Michael
flattered
himself
on
his
sense
of
humour
.
On
the
Sunday
evening
that
followed
his
conversation
with
Dolly
he
strolled
into
Julia
’
s
room
while
she
was
dressing
.
They
were
going
to
the
pictures
after
an
early
dinner
.
"
Who
’
s
coming
tonight
besides
Charles
?
"
he
asked
her
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
find
another
woman
.
I
’
ve
asked
Tom
.
"
"
Good
!
I
wanted
to
see
him
.
"
He
chuckled
at
the
thought
of
the
joke
he
had
up
his
sleeve
.
Julia
was
looking
forward
to
the
evening
.
At
the
cinema
she
would
arrange
the
seating
so
that
Tom
sat
next
to
her
and
he
would
hold
her
hand
while
she
chatted
in
undertones
to
Charles
on
the
other
side
of
her
.
Dear
Charles
,
it
was
nice
of
him
to
have
loved
her
so
long
and
so
devotedly
;
she
would
go
out
of
her
way
to
be
very
sweet
to
him
.
Charles
and
Tom
arrived
together
.
Tom
was
wearing
his
new
dinner
jacket
for
the
first
time
and
he
and
Julia
exchanged
a
little
private
glance
,
of
satisfaction
on
his
part
and
of
compliment
on
hers
.
"
Well
,
young
feller
,
"
said
Michael
heartily
,
rubbing
his
hands
,
"
do
you
know
what
I
hear
about
you
?
I
hear
that
you
’
re
compromising
my
wife
.
"
Tom
gave
him
a
startled
look
and
went
scarlet
.
The
habit
of
flushing
mortified
him
horribly
,
but
he
could
not
break
himself
of
it
.
"
Oh
my
dear
,
"
cried
Julia
gaily
,
"
how
marvellous
!
I
’
ve
been
trying
to
get
someone
to
compromise
me
all
my
life
.
Who
told
you
,
Michael
?
"
"
A
little
bird
,
"
he
said
archly
.
"
Well
,
Tom
,
if
Michael
divorces
me
you
’
ll
have
to
marry
me
,
you
know
.
"
