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"
Best
of
luck
.
"
He
smiled
with
some
awkwardness
.
She
perceived
that
he
did
not
quite
know
what
to
make
of
her
Julia
slipped
out
of
the
flat
,
and
if
she
had
not
been
England
’
s
leading
actress
,
and
a
woman
of
hard
on
fifty
,
she
would
have
hopped
on
one
leg
all
the
way
down
Stanhope
Place
till
she
got
to
her
house
.
She
was
as
pleased
as
punch
.
She
let
herself
in
with
her
latchkey
*
and
closed
the
front
door
behind
her
.
"
I
dare
say
there
’
s
something
in
what
Roger
said
.
Love
isn
’
t
worth
all
the
fuss
they
make
about
it
.
"
Four
hours
later
it
was
all
over
.
The
play
went
well
from
the
beginning
;
the
audience
,
notwithstanding
the
season
,
a
fashionable
one
,
were
pleased
after
the
holidays
to
find
themselves
once
more
in
a
playhouse
,
and
were
ready
to
be
amused
.
It
was
an
auspicious
beginning
for
the
theatrical
season
.
There
had
been
great
applause
after
each
act
and
at
the
end
a
dozen
curtain
calls
;
Julia
took
two
by
herself
,
and
even
she
was
startled
by
the
warmth
of
her
reception
.
She
had
made
the
little
halting
speech
,
prepared
beforehand
,
which
the
occasion
demanded
.
There
had
been
a
final
call
of
the
entire
company
and
then
the
orchestra
had
struck
up
the
National
Anthem
.
Julia
,
pleased
,
excited
and
happy
,
went
to
her
dressing
-
room
.
She
had
never
felt
more
sure
of
herself
.
She
had
never
acted
with
greater
brilliance
,
variety
and
resource
.
The
play
ended
with
a
long
tirade
in
which
Julia
,
as
the
retired
harlot
,
castigated
the
flippancy
,
the
uselessness
,
the
immorality
of
the
idle
set
into
which
her
marriage
had
brought
her
.
It
was
two
pages
long
,
and
there
was
not
another
actress
in
England
who
could
have
held
the
attention
of
the
audience
while
she
delivered
it
.
With
her
exquisite
timing
,
with
the
modulation
of
her
beautiful
voice
,
with
her
command
of
the
gamut
of
emotions
,
she
had
succeeded
by
a
miracle
of
technique
in
making
it
a
thrilling
,
almost
spectacular
climax
to
the
play
.
A
violent
action
could
not
have
been
more
exciting
nor
an
unexpected
denouement
*
more
surprising
.
The
whole
cast
had
been
excellent
with
the
exception
of
Avice
Crichton
.
Julia
hummed
in
an
undertone
as
she
went
into
her
dressing
-
room
.
Michael
followed
her
in
almost
at
once
.
"
It
looks
like
a
winner
all
right
.
"
He
threw
his
arms
round
her
and
kissed
her
.
"
By
God
,
what
a
performance
you
gave
.
"
"
You
weren
’
t
so
bad
yourself
,
dear
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
sort
of
part
I
can
play
on
my
head
,
"
he
answered
carelessly
,
modest
as
usual
about
his
own
acting
.
"
Did
you
hear
them
during
your
long
speech
?
That
ought
to
knock
the
critics
.
"
