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He
devoted
anxious
care
to
his
figure
.
He
never
ate
a
fattening
thing
and
never
forgot
his
exercises
.
He
consulted
hair
specialists
when
he
thought
his
hair
was
thinning
,
and
Julia
was
convinced
that
had
it
been
possible
to
get
the
operation
done
secretly
he
would
have
had
his
face
lifted
.
He
had
got
into
the
way
of
sitting
with
his
chin
slightly
thrust
out
so
that
the
wrinkles
in
his
neck
should
not
show
and
he
held
himself
with
an
arched
back
to
keep
his
belly
from
sagging
.
He
could
not
pass
a
mirror
without
looking
into
it
.
He
hankered
for
compliments
and
beamed
with
delight
when
he
had
managed
to
extract
one
.
They
were
food
and
drink
to
him
.
Julia
laughed
bitterly
when
she
remembered
that
it
was
she
who
had
accustomed
him
to
them
.
For
years
she
had
told
him
how
beautiful
he
was
and
now
he
could
not
live
without
flattery
.
It
was
the
only
chink
in
his
armour
.
An
actress
out
of
a
job
had
only
to
tell
him
to
his
face
that
he
was
too
handsome
to
be
true
for
him
to
think
that
she
might
do
for
a
part
he
had
in
mind
.
For
years
,
so
far
as
Julia
knew
,
Michael
had
not
bothered
with
women
,
but
when
he
reached
the
middle
forties
he
began
to
have
little
flirtations
.
Julia
suspected
that
nothing
much
came
of
them
.
He
was
prudent
,
and
all
he
wanted
was
admiration
.
She
had
heard
that
when
women
became
pressing
he
used
her
as
a
pretext
to
get
rid
of
them
.
Either
he
couldn
’
t
risk
doing
anything
to
hurt
her
,
or
she
was
jealous
or
suspicious
and
it
seemed
better
that
the
friendship
should
cease
.
"
God
knows
what
they
see
in
him
,
"
Julia
exclaimed
to
the
empty
room
She
took
up
half
a
dozen
of
his
photographs
at
random
and
looked
at
them
carefully
one
by
one
.
She
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
I
can
’
t
blame
them
.
I
fell
in
love
with
him
too
.
Of
course
he
was
better
-
looking
in
those
days
.
"
It
made
Julia
a
little
sad
to
think
how
much
she
had
loved
him
.
Because
her
love
had
died
she
felt
that
life
had
cheated
her
.
She
sighed
.
"
And
my
back
’
s
aching
,
"
she
said
.
There
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
"
Come
in
,
"
said
Julia
.
Evie
entered
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
bed
today
,
Miss
Lambert
?
"
She
saw
Julia
sitting
on
the
floor
surrounded
by
masses
of
photographs
.
"
Whatever
are
you
doing
?
"
