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"
All
right
.
Bring
it
up
to
the
drawing
-
room
.
I
’
ll
go
and
turn
on
the
lights
:
"
When
he
came
up
she
was
doing
her
face
in
front
of
a
mirror
and
she
continued
till
he
had
poured
out
the
whisky
and
sat
down
.
Then
she
turned
round
.
He
looked
very
young
,
and
incredibly
charming
,
in
his
beautiful
clothes
,
sitting
there
in
the
big
armchair
,
and
all
the
bitterness
she
had
felt
that
evening
,
all
the
devouring
jealousy
of
the
last
few
days
,
were
dissipated
on
a
sudden
by
the
intensity
of
her
passion
.
She
sat
down
on
the
arm
of
his
chair
and
caressingly
passed
her
hand
over
his
hair
.
He
drew
back
with
an
angry
gesture
.
"
Don
’
t
do
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
do
hate
having
my
hair
mussed
about
.
"
It
was
like
a
knife
in
her
heart
.
He
had
never
spoken
to
her
in
that
tone
before
.
But
she
laughed
lightly
and
getting
up
took
the
whisky
he
had
poured
out
for
her
and
sat
down
in
a
chair
opposite
him
.
The
movement
he
had
made
,
the
words
he
had
spoken
,
were
instinctive
and
he
was
a
trifle
abashed
.
He
avoided
her
glance
and
his
face
once
more
bore
a
sulky
look
.
The
moment
was
decisive
.
For
a
while
they
were
silent
.
Julia
’
s
heart
beat
painfully
,
but
at
last
she
forced
herself
to
speak
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
,
"
have
you
been
to
bed
with
Avice
Crichton
?
"
"
Of
course
not
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Why
not
?
She
’
s
pretty
.
"
"
She
’
s
not
that
sort
of
girl
.
I
respect
her
.
"
Julia
let
none
of
her
feelings
appear
on
her
face
.
Her
manner
was
wonderfully
casual
;
she
might
have
been
talking
of
the
fall
of
empires
or
the
death
of
kings
.
