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"
And
of
course
he
can
’
t
be
a
playwright
,
he
hasn
’
t
a
sense
of
humour
.
"
"
I
dare
say
he
’
ll
be
quite
content
to
go
into
the
Foreign
Office
.
It
would
be
an
asset
to
him
there
.
"
"
What
would
you
advise
me
to
do
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Let
him
be
.
That
’
s
probably
the
greatest
kindness
you
can
do
him
.
"
"
But
I
can
’
t
help
being
worried
about
him
.
"
"
You
needn
’
t
be
.
Be
hopeful
.
You
thought
you
’
d
only
given
birth
to
an
ugly
duckling
;
perhaps
he
’
s
going
to
turn
into
a
white
-
winged
swan
.
"
Charles
was
not
giving
Julia
what
she
wanted
.
She
had
expected
him
to
be
more
sympathetic
.
"
I
suppose
he
’
s
getting
old
,
poor
dear
,
"
she
reflected
.
"
He
’
s
losing
his
grip
of
things
.
He
must
have
been
impotent
for
years
;
I
wonder
it
never
struck
me
before
.
"
She
asked
what
the
time
was
.
