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The
young
man
went
scarlet
.
He
smiled
stiffly
in
answer
to
Julia
’
s
warm
,
ready
smile
and
she
felt
the
palm
of
his
hand
wet
with
sweat
when
she
cordially
grasped
it
.
His
confusion
was
touching
.
That
was
how
people
had
felt
when
they
were
presented
to
Sarah
Siddons
.
She
thought
that
she
had
not
been
very
gracious
to
Michael
when
he
had
proposed
asking
the
boy
to
luncheon
.
She
looked
straight
into
his
eyes
.
Her
own
were
large
,
of
a
very
dark
brown
,
and
starry
.
It
was
no
eftort
to
her
,
it
was
as
instinctive
as
brushing
away
a
fly
that
was
buzzing
round
her
,
to
suggest
now
a
faintly
amused
,
friendly
tenderness
.
"
I
wonder
if
we
could
persuade
you
to
come
and
eat
a
chop
with
us
.
Michael
will
drive
you
back
after
lunch
.
"
The
young
man
blushed
again
and
his
adam
’
s
apple
moved
in
his
thin
neck
.
"
It
’
s
awfully
kind
of
you
.
"
He
gave
his
clothes
a
troubled
look
.
"
I
’
m
absolutely
filthy
.
"
"
You
can
have
a
wash
and
brush
up
when
we
get
home
.
"
The
car
was
waiting
for
them
at
the
stage
door
,
a
long
car
in
black
and
chromium
,
upholstered
in
silver
leather
,
and
with
Michael
’
s
crest
discreetly
emblazoned
on
the
doors
.
Julia
got
in
.
"
Come
and
sit
with
me
.
Michael
is
going
to
drive
.
"
They
lived
in
Stanhope
Place
,
and
when
they
arrived
Julia
told
the
butler
to
show
the
young
man
where
he
could
wash
his
hands
.
She
went
up
to
the
drawing
-
room
.
She
was
painting
her
lips
when
Michael
joined
her
.
"
I
’
ve
told
him
to
come
up
as
soon
as
he
’
s
ready
.
"
"
By
the
way
,
what
’
s
his
name
?
"
