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She
felt
like
a
high
-
born
damsel
,
with
all
the
traditions
of
a
great
and
ancient
family
to
keep
up
;
her
purity
was
a
pearl
of
great
price
;
she
also
felt
that
she
was
making
a
wonderfully
good
impression
:
of
course
he
was
a
great
gentleman
,
and
"
damn
it
all
"
it
behoved
her
to
be
a
great
lady
.
She
was
so
pleased
with
her
performance
that
when
she
had
got
into
her
room
and
somewhat
noisily
locked
the
door
,
she
paraded
up
and
down
bowing
right
and
left
graciously
to
her
obsequious
retainers
She
stretched
out
her
lily
white
hand
for
the
trembling
old
steward
to
kiss
(
as
a
baby
he
had
often
dandled
her
on
his
knee
)
,
and
when
he
pressed
it
with
his
pallid
lips
she
felt
something
fall
upon
it
.
A
tear
.
The
first
year
of
their
marriage
would
have
been
stormy
except
for
Michael
’
s
placidity
.
It
needed
the
excitement
of
getting
a
part
or
a
first
night
,
the
gaiety
of
a
party
where
he
had
drunk
several
glasses
of
champagne
,
to
turn
his
practical
mind
to
thoughts
of
love
.
No
flattery
,
no
allurements
,
could
tempt
him
when
he
had
an
engagement
next
day
for
which
he
had
to
keep
his
brain
clear
or
a
round
of
golf
for
which
he
needed
a
steady
eye
.
Julia
made
him
frantic
scenes
.
She
was
jealous
of
his
friends
at
the
Green
Room
Club
,
jealous
of
the
games
that
took
him
away
from
her
,
and
jealous
of
the
men
’
s
luncheons
he
went
to
under
the
pretext
that
he
must
cultivate
people
who
might
be
useful
to
them
.
It
infuriated
her
that
when
she
worked
herself
up
into
a
passion
of
tears
he
should
sit
there
quite
calmly
,
with
his
hands
crossed
and
a
good
-
humoured
smile
on
his
handsome
face
,
as
though
she
were
merely
making
herself
ridiculous
.
"
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
running
after
any
other
woman
,
do
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
How
do
I
know
?
It
’
s
quite
obvious
that
you
don
’
t
care
two
straws
*
for
me
.
"
"
You
know
you
’
re
the
only
woman
in
the
world
for
me
.
"
"
My
God
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
want
.
"
"
I
want
love
.
I
thought
I
’
d
married
the
handsomest
man
in
England
and
I
’
ve
married
a
tailor
’
s
dummy
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
so
silly
.
I
’
m
just
the
ordinary
normal
Englishman
.
I
’
m
not
an
Italian
organ
-
grinder
.
"
*
