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"
I
was
wondering
if
I
might
have
a
piece
of
bread
.
"
"
Of
course
.
"
She
gave
the
butler
a
significant
glance
;
he
was
at
that
moment
helping
Michael
to
a
glass
of
dry
white
wine
,
and
he
left
the
room
.
"
Michael
and
I
never
eat
bread
.
It
was
stupid
of
Jevons
not
to
realize
that
you
might
want
some
.
"
"
Of
course
bread
is
only
a
habit
,
"
said
Michael
.
"
It
’
s
wonderful
how
soon
you
can
break
yourself
of
it
if
you
set
your
mind
to
it
.
"
"
The
poor
lamb
’
s
as
thin
as
a
rail
,
Michael
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
eat
bread
not
because
I
’
m
afraid
of
getting
fat
.
I
don
’
t
eat
it
because
I
see
no
point
in
it
.
After
all
,
with
the
exercise
I
take
I
can
eat
anything
I
like
.
"
He
still
had
at
fifty
-
two
a
very
good
figure
.
As
a
young
man
,
with
a
great
mass
of
curling
chestnut
hair
,
with
a
wonderful
skin
and
large
deep
blue
eyes
,
a
straight
nose
and
small
ears
,
he
had
been
the
best
-
looking
actor
on
the
English
stage
.
The
only
thing
that
slightly
spoiled
him
was
the
thinness
of
his
mouth
.
He
was
just
six
foot
tall
and
he
had
a
gallant
bearing
.
It
was
his
obvious
beauty
that
had
engaged
him
to
go
on
the
stage
rather
than
to
become
a
soldier
like
his
father
.
Now
his
chestnut
hair
was
very
grey
,
and
he
wore
it
much
shorter
;
his
face
had
broadened
and
was
a
good
deal
lined
;
his
skin
no
longer
had
the
soft
bloom
of
a
peach
and
his
colour
was
high
.
But
with
his
splendid
eyes
and
his
fine
figure
he
was
still
a
very
handsome
man
.
Since
his
five
years
at
the
war
he
had
adopted
a
military
bearing
,
so
that
if
you
had
not
known
who
he
was
(
which
was
scarcely
possible
,
for
in
one
way
and
another
his
photograph
was
always
appearing
in
the
illustrated
papers
)
you
might
have
taken
him
for
an
officer
of
high
rank
.
He
boasted
that
his
weight
had
not
changed
since
he
was
twenty
,
and
for
years
,
wet
or
fine
,
he
had
got
up
every
morning
at
eight
to
put
on
shorts
and
a
sweater
and
have
a
run
round
Regent
’
s
Park
.
"
The
secretary
told
me
you
were
rehearsing
this
morning
,
Miss
Lambert
,
"
the
young
man
remarked
.
"
Does
that
mean
you
’
re
putting
on
a
new
play
?
"
