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"
Another
Siddons
perhaps
.
A
greater
Ellen
Terry
.
"
In
those
days
Julia
did
not
think
it
necessary
to
go
to
bed
in
the
afternoons
,
she
was
as
strong
as
a
horse
and
never
tired
,
so
he
used
often
to
take
her
for
walks
in
the
Park
.
She
felt
that
he
wanted
her
to
be
a
child
of
nature
.
That
suited
her
very
well
.
It
was
no
effort
for
her
to
be
ingenuous
,
frank
and
girlishly
delighted
with
everything
.
He
took
her
to
the
National
Gallery
,
and
the
Tate
,
and
the
British
Museum
,
and
she
really
enjoyed
it
almost
as
much
as
she
said
.
He
liked
to
impart
information
and
she
was
glad
to
receive
it
.
She
had
a
retentive
memory
and
learnt
a
great
deal
from
him
.
If
later
she
was
able
to
talk
about
Proust
and
Cezanne
with
the
best
of
them
,
so
that
you
were
surprised
and
pleased
to
find
so
much
culture
in
an
actress
,
it
was
to
him
she
owed
it
.
She
knew
that
he
had
fallen
in
love
with
her
some
time
before
he
knew
it
himself
.
She
found
it
rather
comic
.
From
her
standpoint
he
was
a
middle
-
aged
man
,
and
she
thought
of
him
as
a
nice
old
thing
.
She
was
madly
in
love
with
Michael
.
When
Charles
realized
that
he
loved
her
his
manner
changed
a
little
,
he
seemed
struck
with
shyness
and
when
they
were
together
was
often
silent
.
"
Poor
lamb
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
he
’
s
such
a
hell
of
a
gentleman
he
doesn
’
t
know
what
to
do
about
it
.
"
But
she
had
already
prepared
her
course
of
conduct
for
the
declaration
which
she
felt
he
would
sooner
or
later
bring
himself
to
make
.
One
thing
she
was
going
to
make
quite
clear
to
him
.
She
wasn
’
t
going
to
let
him
think
that
because
he
was
a
lord
and
she
was
an
actress
he
had
only
to
beckon
and
she
would
hop
into
bed
with
him
.
If
he
tried
that
sort
of
thing
she
’
d
play
the
outraged
tieroine
on
him
,
with
the
outflung
arm
and
the
index
extended
in
the
same
line
,
as
Jane
Taitbout
had
taught
tier
to
make
the
gesture
,
pointed
at
the
door
.
On
the
other
hand
if
he
was
shattered
and
tongue
-
tied
,
she
’
d
be
ill
tremulous
herself
,
sobs
in
the
voice
and
all
that
,
and
she
’
d
say
it
had
never
dawned
on
her
that
he
felt
like
that
about
her
,
and
no
,
no
,
it
would
break
Michael
’
s
leart
.
They
’
d
have
a
good
cry
together
and
then
everything
would
be
all
right
.
With
his
beautiful
manners
she
could
count
upon
him
not
making
a
nuisance
of
himself
when
she
had
once
got
it
into
his
head
that
there
was
nothing
doing
.
But
when
it
happened
it
did
not
turn
out
in
the
least
as
she
had
expected
.
Charles
Tamerley
and
Julia
had
been
for
a
walk
in
St
.
James
’
s
Park
,
they
had
looked
at
the
pelicans
,
and
the
scene
suggesting
it
,
they
had
discussed
the
possibility
of
her
playing
Millamant
on
a
Sunday
evening
.
They
went
back
to
Julia
’
s
flat
to
have
a
cup
of
tea
.
They
shared
a
crumpet
.
*
Then
Charles
got
up
to
go
.
He
took
a
miniature
out
of
his
pocket
and
gave
it
to
her
.
"
It
’
s
a
portrait
of
Clairon
.
She
was
an
eighteenth
-
century
actress
and
she
had
many
of
your
gifts
.
"
Julia
looked
at
the
pretty
,
clever
face
,
with
the
powdered
hair
,
and
wondered
whether
the
stones
that
framed
the
little
picture
were
diamonds
or
only
paste
.
"
Oh
,
Charles
,
how
can
you
!
You
are
sweet
.
"
"
I
thought
you
might
like
it
.
It
’
s
by
way
of
being
a
parting
present
.
"
"
Are
you
going
away
?
"
