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"
Did
you
see
anything
that
would
be
any
use
to
me
?
"
"
You
know
,
I
never
thought
about
that
.
"
His
answer
might
have
seemed
a
little
ungracious
but
that
it
was
accompanied
by
a
smile
,
and
his
smile
was
very
sweet
.
Julia
wondered
again
how
it
was
that
he
had
inherited
so
little
of
Michael
’
s
beauty
and
of
her
charm
.
His
red
hair
was
nice
,
but
his
pale
lashes
gave
his
face
a
sort
of
empty
look
.
Heaven
only
knew
where
with
such
a
father
and
such
a
mother
he
had
got
his
rather
lumpy
figure
.
He
was
eighteen
now
;
it
was
time
he
fined
down
.
He
seemed
a
trifle
apathetic
;
he
had
none
of
her
sparkling
vitality
;
she
could
picture
the
vividness
with
which
she
would
have
narrated
her
experiences
if
she
had
just
spent
six
months
in
Vienna
.
Why
,
already
she
had
made
a
story
about
her
stay
at
St
.
Malo
with
Aunt
Carrie
and
her
mother
that
made
people
roar
with
laughter
.
They
all
said
it
was
as
good
as
a
play
,
and
her
own
impression
was
that
it
was
much
better
than
most
.
She
told
it
to
Roger
now
.
He
listened
with
his
slow
,
quiet
smile
;
but
she
had
an
uneasy
feeling
that
he
did
not
think
it
quite
so
funny
as
she
did
.
She
sighed
in
her
heart
.
Poor
lamb
,
he
could
have
no
sense
of
humour
.
Then
he
made
some
remark
that
led
her
to
speak
of
Nowadays
.
She
told
him
its
story
,
and
explained
what
she
was
doing
with
her
part
;
she
talked
to
him
of
the
cast
and
described
the
sets
.
At
the
end
of
dinner
it
suddenly
struck
her
that
she
had
been
talking
entirely
of
herself
and
her
own
interests
.
She
did
not
know
how
she
had
been
led
to
do
this
,
and
the
suspicion
flashed
across
her
mind
that
Roger
had
guided
the
conversation
in
that
direction
so
that
it
should
be
diverted
from
him
and
his
affairs
.
But
she
put
it
aside
.
He
really
wasn
’
t
intelligent
enough
for
that
.
It
was
later
when
they
sat
in
the
drawing
-
room
listening
to
the
radio
and
smoking
,
that
Julia
found
the
chance
to
slip
in
,
apparently
in
the
most
casual
fashion
,
the
question
she
had
prepared
.
"
Have
you
made
up
your
mind
what
you
’
re
going
to
be
yet
?
"
"
No
.
Is
there
any
hurry
?
"
"
You
know
how
ignorant
I
am
about
everything
.
Your
father
says
that
if
you
’
re
going
to
be
a
barrister
you
ought
to
work
at
law
when
you
go
to
Cambridge
.
On
the
other
hand
,
if
you
fancy
the
Foreign
Office
you
should
take
up
modern
languages
.
"
He
looked
at
her
for
so
long
,
with
that
queer
,
reflective
air
of
his
,
that
Julia
had
some
difficulty
in
holding
her
light
,
playful
and
yet
affectionate
expression
.
"
If
I
believed
in
God
I
’
d
be
a
priest
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
