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But
she
giggled
as
though
she
were
not
in
the
least
ashamed
and
then
went
into
the
bathroom
to
wash
her
face
and
eyes
.
She
felt
wonderfully
exhilarated
.
She
heard
Michael
come
in
and
called
out
to
him
.
"
Michael
,
look
at
that
miniature
Charles
has
just
given
me
.
It
’
s
on
the
chimney
-
piece
.
Are
those
diamonds
or
paste
?
"
Julia
was
somewhat
nervous
when
Lady
Charles
left
her
husband
.
She
threatened
to
bring
proceedings
for
divorce
,
and
Julia
did
not
at
all
like
the
idea
of
appearing
as
intervener
.
For
two
or
three
weeks
she
was
very
jittery
.
She
decided
to
say
nothing
to
Michael
till
it
was
necessary
,
and
she
was
glad
she
had
not
,
for
in
due
course
it
appeared
that
the
threats
had
been
made
only
to
extract
more
substantial
alimony
from
the
innocent
husband
.
Julia
managed
Charles
with
wonderful
skill
.
It
was
understood
between
them
that
her
great
love
for
Michael
made
any
close
relation
between
them
out
of
the
question
,
but
so
far
as
the
rest
was
concerned
he
was
everything
to
her
,
her
friend
,
her
adviser
,
her
confidant
,
the
man
she
could
rely
on
in
any
emergency
or
go
to
for
comfort
in
any
disappointment
.
It
was
a
little
more
difficult
when
Charles
,
with
his
fine
sensitiveness
,
saw
that
she
was
no
longer
in
love
with
Michael
.
Then
Julia
had
to
exercise
a
great
deal
of
tact
.
It
was
not
that
she
had
any
scruples
about
being
his
mistress
;
if
he
had
been
an
actor
who
loved
her
so
much
and
had
loved
her
so
long
she
would
not
have
minded
popping
into
bed
with
him
out
of
sheer
good
nature
;
but
she
just
did
not
fancy
him
.
She
was
very
fond
of
him
,
but
he
was
so
elegant
,
so
well
-
bred
,
so
cultured
,
she
could
not
think
of
him
as
a
lover
.
It
would
be
like
going
to
bed
with
an
objet
d
’
art
.
And
his
love
of
art
filled
her
with
a
faint
derision
;
after
all
she
was
a
creator
,
when
all
was
said
and
done
he
was
only
the
public
.
He
wished
her
to
elope
with
him
.
They
would
buy
a
villa
at
Sorrento
on
the
bay
of
Naples
,
with
a
large
garden
,
and
they
would
have
a
schooner
so
that
they
could
spend
long
days
on
the
beautiful
wine
-
coloured
sea
.
Love
and
beauty
and
art
;
the
world
well
lost
.
"
The
damned
fool
,
"
she
thought
.
"
As
if
I
’
d
give
up
my
career
to
bury
myself
in
some
hole
in
Italy
!
"
She
persuaded
him
that
she
had
a
duty
to
Michael
,
and
then
there
was
the
baby
;
she
couldn
’
t
let
him
grow
up
with
the
burden
on
his
young
life
that
his
mother
was
a
bad
woman
.
Orange
trees
or
no
orange
trees
,
she
would
never
have
a
moment
’
s
peace
in
that
beautiful
Italian
villa
if
she
was
tortured
by
the
thought
of
Michael
’
s
unhappiness
and
her
baby
being
looked
after
by
strangers
.
One
couldn
’
t
only
think
of
oneself
,
could
one
?
One
had
to
think
of
others
too
.
She
was
very
sweet
and
womanly
.
She
sometimes
asked
Charles
why
he
did
not
arrange
a
divorce
with
his
wife
and
marry
some
nice
woman
.
She
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
his
wasting
his
life
over
her
.
He
told
her
that
she
was
the
only
woman
he
had
ever
loved
and
that
he
must
go
on
loving
her
till
the
end
.
"
It
seems
so
sad
,
"
said
Julia
.
All
the
same
she
kept
her
eyes
open
,
and
if
she
noticed
that
any
woman
had
predatory
intentions
on
Charles
she
took
care
to
queer
her
pitch
.
She
did
not
hesitate
if
the
danger
seemed
to
warrant
it
to
show
herself
extremely
jealous
.
It
had
been
long
agreed
,
with
all
the
delicacy
that
might
be
expected
from
his
good
breeding
and
Julia
’
s
good
heart
,
in
no
definite
words
,
but
with
guarded
hints
and
remote
allusiveness
,
that
if
anything
happened
to
Michael
,
Lady
Charles
should
somehow
or
other
be
disposed
of
and
they
would
then
marry
.
But
Michael
had
perfect
health
.
On
this
occasion
Julia
had
much
enjoyed
lunching
at
Hill
Street
.
The
party
had
been
very
grand
.
