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"
Dreaming
.
"
She
took
up
two
of
the
photographs
.
"
Look
here
upon
this
picture
,
and
on
this
.
"
One
was
of
Michael
as
Mercutio
in
all
the
radiant
beauty
of
his
youth
and
the
other
of
Michael
in
the
last
part
he
had
played
,
in
a
white
topper
and
a
morning
coat
,
with
a
pair
of
field
-
glasses
slung
over
his
shoulder
.
He
looked
unbelievably
self
-
satisfied
.
Evie
sniffed
.
"
Oh
,
well
,
it
’
s
no
good
crying
over
spilt
milk
.
"
"
I
’
ve
been
thinking
of
the
past
and
I
’
m
as
blue
as
the
devil
.
"
*
"
I
don
’
t
wonder
.
When
you
start
thinking
of
the
past
it
means
you
ain
’
t
got
no
future
,
don
’
t
it
?
"
"
You
shut
your
trap
,
you
old
cow
,
"
said
Julia
,
who
could
be
very
vulgar
when
she
chose
.
"
Come
on
now
,
or
you
’
ll
be
fit
for
nothing
tonight
.
I
’
ll
clear
up
all
this
mess
.
"
Evie
was
Julia
’
s
dresser
and
maid
.
She
had
come
to
her
first
at
Middlepool
and
had
accompanied
her
to
London
.
She
was
a
cockney
,
a
thin
,
raddled
,
angular
woman
,
with
red
hair
which
was
always
untidy
and
looked
as
if
it
much
needed
washing
,
two
of
her
front
teeth
were
missing
but
,
notwithstanding
Julia
’
s
offer
,
repeated
for
years
,
to
provide
her
with
new
ones
she
would
not
have
them
replaced
.
"
For
the
little
I
eat
I
’
ve
got
all
the
teeth
I
want
.
It
’
d
only
fidget
me
to
’
ave
a
lot
of
elephant
’
s
tusks
in
me
mouth
.
"
