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"
I
’
m
very
tired
,
Angelo
.
"
"
A
little
caviare
to
begin
with
,
madame
,
or
some
oysters
?
"
"
Oysters
,
Angelo
,
but
fat
ones
.
"
"
I
will
choose
them
myself
,
Miss
Lambert
,
and
to
follow
?
"
Julia
gave
a
long
sigh
,
for
now
she
could
,
with
a
free
conscience
,
order
what
she
had
had
in
mind
ever
since
the
end
of
the
second
act
.
She
felt
she
deserved
a
treat
to
celebrate
her
triumph
,
and
for
once
she
meant
to
throw
prudence
to
the
winds
.
"
Grilled
steak
and
onions
,
Angelo
,
fried
potatoes
,
and
a
bottle
of
Bass
.
Give
it
me
in
a
silver
tankard
.
"
She
probably
hadn
’
t
eaten
fried
potatoes
for
ten
years
.
But
what
an
occasion
it
was
!
By
a
happy
chance
on
this
day
she
had
confirmed
her
hold
on
the
public
by
a
performance
that
she
could
only
describe
as
scintillating
,
she
had
settled
an
old
score
,
by
one
ingenious
device
disposing
of
Avice
and
making
Tom
see
what
a
fool
he
had
been
,
and
best
of
all
had
proved
to
herself
beyond
all
question
that
she
was
free
from
the
irksome
bonds
that
had
oppressed
her
.
Her
thought
flickered
for
an
instant
round
Avice
.
"
Silly
little
thing
to
try
to
put
a
spoke
in
my
wheel
.
*
I
’
ll
let
her
have
her
laughs
tomorrow
.
"
The
oysters
came
and
she
ate
them
with
enjoyment
.
She
ate
two
pieces
of
brown
bread
and
butter
with
the
delicious
sense
of
imperilling
her
immortal
soul
,
and
she
took
a
long
drink
from
the
silver
tankard
.
"
Beer
,
glorious
beer
,
"
she
murmured
.
