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Before
the
audience
had
quite
realized
how
funny
they
were
Julia
had
cut
in
with
her
reply
,
and
the
audience
anxious
to
hear
it
suppressed
their
laughter
.
The
scene
which
was
devised
to
be
extremely
amusing
took
on
a
sardonic
colour
,
and
the
character
Avice
played
acquired
a
certain
odiousness
.
Avice
in
her
inexperience
,
not
getting
the
laughs
she
had
expected
,
was
rattled
;
her
voice
grew
hard
and
her
gestures
awkward
.
Julia
took
the
scene
away
from
her
and
played
it
with
miraculous
virtuosity
.
But
her
final
stroke
was
accidental
.
Avice
had
a
long
speech
to
deliver
,
and
Julia
nervously
screwed
her
red
handkerchief
into
a
ball
;
the
action
almost
automatically
suggested
an
expression
;
she
looked
at
Avice
with
troubled
eyes
and
two
heavy
tears
rolled
down
her
cheeks
.
You
felt
the
shame
with
which
the
girl
’
s
flippancy
affected
her
,
and
you
saw
her
pain
because
her
poor
little
ideals
of
uprightness
,
her
hankering
for
goodness
,
were
so
brutally
mocked
.
The
episode
lasted
no
more
than
a
minute
,
but
in
that
minute
,
by
those
tears
and
by
the
anguish
of
her
look
,
Julia
laid
bare
the
sordid
misery
of
the
woman
’
s
life
.
That
was
the
end
of
Avice
.
"
And
I
was
such
a
damned
fool
,
I
thought
of
giving
her
a
contract
,
"
said
Michael
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
When
you
’
ve
got
your
knife
into
her
?
Not
on
your
life
.
You
’
re
a
naughty
little
thing
to
be
so
jealous
.
You
don
’
t
really
think
she
means
anything
to
me
,
do
you
?
You
ought
to
know
by
now
that
you
’
re
the
only
woman
in
the
world
for
me
.
"
Michael
thought
that
Julia
had
played
this
trick
on
account
of
the
rather
violent
flirtation
he
had
been
having
with
Avice
,
and
though
,
of
course
,
it
was
hard
luck
on
Avice
he
could
not
help
being
a
trifle
flattered
.
"
You
old
donkey
,
"
smiled
Julia
,
knowing
exactly
what
he
was
thinking
and
tickled
to
death
at
his
mistake
.
"
After
all
,
you
are
the
handsomest
man
in
London
.
"
"
All
that
’
s
as
it
may
be
.
But
I
don
’
t
know
what
the
author
’
ll
say
.
He
’
s
a
conceited
little
ape
and
it
’
s
not
a
bit
the
scene
he
wrote
.
"
"
Oh
,
leave
him
to
me
.
I
’
ll
fix
him
.
"
There
was
a
knock
at
the
door
and
it
was
the
author
himself
who
came
in
.
With
a
cry
of
delight
,
Julia
went
up
to
him
,
threw
her
arms
round
his
neck
and
kissed
him
on
both
cheeks
.
"
Are
you
pleased
?
"
