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Michael
gave
the
room
a
complacent
glance
.
"
I
’
ve
had
a
good
deal
of
experience
.
I
always
design
the
sets
myself
for
our
plays
.
Of
course
,
I
have
a
man
to
do
the
rough
work
for
me
,
but
the
ideas
are
mine
.
"
They
had
moved
into
that
house
two
years
before
,
and
he
knew
,
and
Julia
knew
,
that
they
had
put
it
into
the
hands
of
an
expensive
decorator
when
they
were
going
on
tour
,
and
he
had
agreed
to
have
it
completely
ready
for
them
,
at
cost
price
in
return
for
the
work
they
promised
him
in
the
theatre
,
by
the
time
they
came
back
.
But
it
was
unnecessary
to
impart
such
tedious
details
to
a
young
man
whose
name
even
they
did
not
know
.
The
house
was
furnished
in
extremely
good
taste
,
with
a
judicious
mixture
of
the
antique
and
the
modern
,
and
Michael
was
right
when
he
said
that
it
was
quite
obviously
a
gentleman
’
s
house
.
Julia
,
however
,
had
insisted
that
she
must
have
her
bedroom
as
she
liked
,
and
having
had
exactly
the
bedroom
that
pleased
her
in
the
old
house
in
Regent
’
s
Park
which
they
had
occupied
since
the
end
of
the
war
she
brought
it
over
bodily
.
The
bed
and
the
dressing
-
table
were
upholstered
in
pink
silk
,
the
chaise
-
longue
and
the
armchair
in
Nattier
blue
;
over
the
bed
there
were
fat
little
gilt
cherubs
who
dangled
a
lamp
with
a
pink
shade
,
and
fat
little
gilt
cherubs
swarmed
all
round
the
mirror
on
the
dressing
-
table
.
On
satinwood
tables
were
signed
photographs
,
richly
framed
,
of
actors
and
actresses
and
members
of
the
royal
family
.
The
decorator
had
raised
his
supercilious
eyebrows
,
but
it
was
the
only
room
in
the
house
in
which
Julia
felt
completely
at
home
.
She
wrote
her
letters
at
a
satinwood
desk
,
seated
on
a
gilt
Hamlet
stool
.
Luncheon
was
announced
and
they
went
downstairs
.
"
I
hope
you
’
ll
have
enough
to
eat
,
"
said
Julia
.
"
Michael
and
I
have
very
small
appetites
.
"
In
point
of
fact
there
was
grilled
sole
,
grilled
cutlets
and
spinach
,
and
stewed
fruit
.
It
was
a
meal
designed
to
satisfy
legitimate
hunger
,
but
not
to
produce
fat
.
The
cook
,
warned
by
Margery
that
there
was
a
guest
to
luncheon
had
hurriedly
made
some
fried
potatoes
.
They
looked
crisp
and
smelt
appetizing
.
Only
the
young
man
took
them
.
Julia
gave
them
a
wistful
look
before
she
shook
her
head
in
refusal
.
Michael
stared
at
them
gravely
for
a
moment
as
though
he
could
not
quite
tell
what
they
were
,
and
then
with
a
little
start
,
breaking
out
of
a
brown
study
,
said
No
thank
you
.
They
sat
at
a
refectory
table
,
Julia
and
Michael
at
either
end
in
very
grand
Italian
chairs
,
and
the
young
man
in
the
middle
on
a
chair
that
was
not
at
all
comfortable
,
but
perfectly
in
character
.
Julia
noticed
that
he
seemed
to
be
looking
at
the
sideboard
and
with
her
engaging
smile
,
leaned
forward
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
He
blushed
scarlet
.
