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One
night
a
week
or
two
later
when
she
came
into
her
dressing
-
room
at
the
end
of
the
play
,
exhausted
by
all
the
emotion
she
had
displayed
,
but
triumphant
after
innumerable
curtain
calls
,
she
found
Michael
sitting
there
.
"
Hulloa
?
You
haven
’
t
been
in
front
,
have
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
But
you
were
in
front
two
or
three
days
ago
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
’
ve
sat
through
the
play
for
the
last
four
nights
.
"
She
started
to
undress
.
He
got
up
from
his
chair
and
began
to
walk
up
and
down
.
She
gave
him
a
glance
and
saw
that
he
was
frowning
slightly
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
want
to
know
.
"
She
gave
a
start
.
The
thought
flashed
through
her
mind
that
he
had
once
more
heard
something
about
Tom
.
"
Why
the
devil
isn
’
t
Evie
here
?
"
she
asked
.
