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"
It
looks
like
a
success
,
"
he
answered
,
but
a
trifle
coldly
.
"
My
dear
,
it
’
ll
run
for
a
year
.
"
She
placed
her
hands
on
his
shoulders
and
looked
him
full
in
the
face
.
"
But
you
’
re
a
wicked
,
wicked
man
.
"
"
I
?
"
"
You
almost
ruined
my
performance
.
When
I
came
to
that
bit
in
the
second
act
and
suddenly
saw
what
it
meant
I
nearly
broke
down
.
You
knew
what
was
in
that
scene
,
you
’
re
the
author
;
why
did
you
let
us
rehearse
it
all
the
time
as
if
there
was
no
more
in
it
than
appeared
on
the
surface
?
We
’
re
only
actors
,
how
can
you
expect
us
to
-
to
fathom
your
subtlety
?
It
’
s
the
best
scene
in
your
play
and
I
almost
bungled
it
.
No
one
in
the
world
could
have
written
it
but
you
.
Your
play
’
s
brilliant
,
but
in
that
scene
there
’
s
more
than
brilliance
,
there
’
s
genius
.
"
The
author
flushed
.
Julia
looked
at
him
with
veneration
.
He
felt
shy
and
happy
and
proud
.
(
"
In
twenty
-
four
hours
the
mug
’
ll
think
he
really
meant
the
scene
to
go
like
that
.
"
)
Michael
beamed
.
"
Come
along
to
my
dressing
-
room
and
have
a
whisky
and
soda
.
I
’
m
sure
you
need
a
drink
after
all
that
emotion
.
"
They
went
out
as
Tom
came
in
.
Tom
’
s
face
was
red
with
excitement
.
