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She
took
a
taxi
to
Tavistock
Square
.
She
was
pleased
with
herself
.
She
was
doing
a
good
action
.
It
would
be
wonderful
for
him
in
after
years
to
be
able
to
tell
his
wife
and
children
that
Julia
Lambert
had
been
to
tea
with
him
when
he
was
just
a
little
insignificant
clerk
in
an
accountant
’
s
office
.
And
she
had
been
so
simple
and
so
natural
.
No
one
to
hear
her
prattling
away
would
have
guessed
that
she
was
the
greatest
actress
in
England
.
And
if
they
didn
’
t
believe
him
he
’
d
have
her
photograph
to
prove
it
,
signed
yours
sincerely
.
He
’
d
laugh
and
say
that
of
course
if
he
hadn
’
t
been
such
a
kid
he
’
d
never
have
had
the
cheek
to
ask
her
.
When
she
arrived
at
the
house
and
had
paid
off
the
taxi
she
suddenly
remembered
that
she
did
not
know
his
name
and
when
the
maid
answered
the
door
would
not
know
whom
to
ask
for
.
But
on
looking
for
the
bell
she
noticed
that
there
were
eight
of
them
,
four
rows
of
two
,
and
by
the
side
of
each
was
a
card
or
a
name
written
in
ink
on
a
piece
of
paper
.
It
was
an
old
house
that
had
been
divided
up
into
flats
.
She
began
looking
,
rather
hopelessly
,
at
the
names
wondering
whether
one
of
them
would
recall
something
,
when
the
door
opened
and
he
stood
before
her
.
"
I
saw
you
drive
up
and
I
ran
down
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
m
on
the
third
floor
.
I
hope
you
don
’
t
mind
.
"
"
Of
course
not
.
"
She
climbed
the
uncarpeted
stairs
.
She
was
a
trifle
out
of
breath
when
she
came
to
the
third
landing
.
He
had
skipped
up
eagerly
,
like
a
young
goat
,
she
thought
,
and
she
had
not
liked
to
suggest
that
she
would
prefer
to
go
more
leisurely
.
The
room
into
which
he
led
her
was
fairly
large
,
but
dingily
furnished
.
On
the
table
was
a
plate
of
cakes
and
two
cups
,
a
sugar
basin
and
a
milk
-
jug
.
The
crockery
was
of
the
cheapest
sort
.
"
Take
a
pew
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
water
’
s
just
on
the
boil
.
I
’
ll
only
be
a
minute
.
I
’
ve
got
a
gas
-
ring
in
the
bathroom
.
"
He
left
her
and
she
looked
about
.
"
Poor
lamb
,
he
must
be
as
poor
as
a
church
mouse
.
"
The
room
reminded
her
very
much
of
some
of
the
lodgings
she
had
lived
in
when
she
was
first
on
the
stage
.
She
noticed
the
pathetic
attempts
he
had
made
to
conceal
the
fact
that
it
was
a
bedroom
as
well
as
a
sitting
-
room
.
The
divan
against
the
wall
was
evidently
his
bed
at
night
.
The
years
slipped
away
from
her
in
fancy
and
she
felt
strangely
young
again
.
What
fun
they
had
had
in
rooms
very
like
that
and
how
they
had
enjoyed
the
fantastic
meals
they
had
had
,
things
in
paper
bags
and
eggs
and
bacon
fried
on
the
gas
-
ring
!
He
came
in
with
the
tea
in
a
brown
pot
.
She
ate
a
square
sponge
-
cake
with
pink
icing
on
it
.
That
was
a
thing
she
had
not
done
for
years
.
The
Ceylon
tea
,
very
strong
,
with
milk
and
sugar
in
it
,
took
her
back
to
days
she
thought
she
had
forgotten
.
She
saw
herself
as
a
young
,
obscure
,
struggling
actress
.
It
was
rather
delicious
.
It
needed
a
gesture
,
but
she
could
only
think
of
one
:
she
took
off
her
hat
and
gave
her
head
a
shake
.
