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She
arrived
in
Paris
in
the
afternoon
,
and
when
she
was
shown
into
her
suite
at
the
Ritz
,
she
gave
a
sigh
of
satisfaction
.
It
was
a
treat
to
get
back
to
luxury
.
Three
or
four
people
had
sent
her
flowers
.
She
had
a
bath
and
changed
.
Charley
Deverill
,
who
always
made
her
clothes
for
her
,
an
old
friend
,
called
to
take
her
to
dinner
in
the
Bois
"
I
had
a
wonderful
time
,
"
she
told
him
,
"
and
of
course
it
was
a
grand
treat
for
those
old
girls
to
have
me
there
,
but
I
have
a
feeling
that
if
I
’
d
stayed
a
day
longer
I
should
have
been
bored
.
"
To
drive
up
the
Champs
Elysees
on
that
lovely
evening
filled
her
with
exhilaration
.
It
was
good
to
smell
once
more
the
smell
of
petrol
.
The
cars
,
the
taxis
,
the
hooting
of
horns
,
the
chestnut
trees
,
the
street
lights
,
the
crowd
on
the
pavement
and
the
crowd
sitting
outside
the
cafes
;
it
was
an
enchantment
.
And
when
they
got
to
the
Chateau
de
Madrid
,
so
gay
,
so
civilized
and
so
expensive
,
it
was
grand
to
see
once
more
well
-
dressed
women
,
decently
made
-
up
,
and
tanned
men
in
dinner
-
jackets
.
"
I
feel
like
a
queen
returning
from
exile
.
"
Julia
spent
several
happy
days
choosing
her
clothes
and
having
the
first
fittings
.
She
enjoyed
every
moment
of
them
.
But
she
was
a
woman
of
character
,
and
when
she
had
come
to
a
decision
she
adhered
to
it
;
before
leaving
for
London
she
wrote
a
note
to
Charles
.
He
had
been
to
Goodwood
and
Cowes
and
was
spending
twenty
-
four
hours
in
London
on
his
way
to
Salzburg
.
CHARLES
DEAR
,
How
wonderful
that
I
shall
see
you
so
soon
.
Of
course
I
am
free
on
Wednesday
.
Shall
we
dine
together
and
do
you
love
me
still
?
Your
JULIA
.
As
she
stuck
down
the
envelope
she
murmured
:
Bis
dat
qui
cito
dat
.
*
It
was
a
Latin
tag
that
Michael
always
quoted
when
,
asked
to
subscribe
to
a
charity
,
he
sent
by
return
of
post
exactly
half
what
was
expected
of
him
.
On
Wednesday
morning
Julia
had
her
face
massaged
and
her
hair
waved
.
She
could
not
make
up
her
mind
whether
to
wear
for
dinner
a
dress
of
flowered
organdie
,
very
pretty
and
springlike
with
its
suggestion
of
Botticelli
’
s
Primavera
,
or
one
of
white
satin
beautifully
cut
to
show
off
her
slim
young
figure
,
and
virginal
;
but
while
she
was
having
her
bath
she
decided
on
the
white
satin
:
it
indicated
rather
delicately
that
the
sacrifice
she
intended
was
in
the
nature
of
an
expiation
for
her
long
ingratitude
to
Michael
.
She
wore
no
jewels
but
a
string
of
pearls
and
diamond
bracelet
;
besides
her
wedding
-
ring
only
one
square
-
cut
diamond
.
She
would
have
liked
to
put
on
a
slight
brown
tan
,
it
looked
open
-
air
-
girl
and
suited
her
,
but
reflecting
on
what
lay
before
her
she
refrained
.
She
could
not
very
well
,
like
the
actor
who
painted
himself
black
all
over
to
play
Othello
,
tan
her
whole
body
.
Always
a
punctual
woman
,
she
came
downstairs
as
the
front
door
was
being
opened
for
Charles
.
She
greeted
him
with
a
look
into
which
she
put
tenderness
,
a
roguish
charm
and
intimacy
.
Charles
now
wore
his
thinning
grey
hair
rather
long
,
and
with
advancing
years
his
intellectual
,
distinguished
features
had
sagged
a
little
;
he
was
slightly
bowed
and
his
clothes
looked
as
though
they
needed
pressing
.
