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That
had
been
an
accident
too
.
She
had
been
acting
for
a
long
time
without
a
rest
and
she
badly
needed
one
.
The
play
she
was
in
was
ceasing
to
attract
and
they
were
about
to
start
rehearsing
a
new
one
when
Michael
got
the
chance
of
letting
the
theatre
to
a
French
company
for
six
weeks
.
It
seemed
a
good
opportunity
for
Julia
to
get
away
.
Dolly
had
rented
a
house
at
Cannes
for
the
season
and
Julia
could
stay
with
her
.
It
was
just
before
Easter
when
she
started
off
,
and
the
trains
south
were
so
crowded
that
she
had
not
been
able
to
get
a
sleeper
,
but
at
a
travel
agency
they
had
said
that
it
would
be
quite
all
right
and
there
would
be
one
waiting
for
her
at
the
station
in
Paris
.
To
her
consternation
she
found
when
they
got
to
Paris
that
nothing
seemed
to
be
known
about
her
,
and
the
chef
de
train
told
her
that
every
sleeper
was
engaged
.
The
only
chance
was
that
someone
should
not
turn
up
at
the
last
moment
.
She
did
not
like
the
idea
of
sitting
up
all
night
in
the
corner
of
a
first
-
class
carriage
,
and
went
into
dinner
with
a
perturbed
mind
.
She
was
given
a
table
for
two
,
and
soon
a
man
came
and
sat
down
opposite
her
.
She
paid
no
attention
to
him
.
Presently
the
chef
de
train
came
along
and
told
her
that
he
was
very
sorry
,
but
he
could
do
nothing
for
her
.
She
made
a
useless
scene
.
When
the
official
had
gone
,
the
man
at
her
table
addressed
her
.
Though
he
spoke
fluent
,
idiomatic
French
,
she
recognized
by
his
accent
that
he
was
not
a
Frenchman
.
She
told
him
in
answer
to
his
polite
inquiry
the
whole
story
and
gave
him
her
opinion
of
the
travel
agency
,
the
railway
company
,
and
the
general
inefficiency
of
the
human
race
.
He
was
very
sympathetic
.
He
told
her
that
after
dinner
he
would
go
along
the
train
and
see
for
himself
if
something
could
not
be
arranged
.
One
never
knew
what
one
of
the
conductors
could
not
manage
for
a
tip
.
"
I
’
m
simply
tired
out
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
d
willingly
give
five
hundred
francs
for
a
sleeper
.
"
The
conversation
thus
started
,
he
told
her
that
he
was
an
attache
at
the
Spanish
Embassy
in
Paris
and
was
going
down
to
Cannes
for
Easter
.
Though
she
had
been
talking
to
him
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
she
had
not
troubled
to
notice
what
he
was
like
.
She
observed
now
that
he
had
a
beard
,
a
black
curly
beard
and
a
black
curly
moustache
,
but
the
beard
grew
rather
oddly
on
his
face
;
there
were
two
bare
patches
under
the
corners
of
his
mouth
.
It
gave
him
a
curious
look
.
With
his
black
hair
,
drooping
eyelids
and
rather
long
nose
,
he
reminded
her
of
someone
she
had
seen
.
Suddenly
she
remembered
,
and
it
was
such
a
surprise
that
she
blurted
out
:
"
D
’
you
know
,
I
couldn
’
t
think
who
you
reminded
me
of
.
You
’
re
strangely
like
Titian
’
s
portrait
of
Francis
I
in
the
Louvre
.
"
"
With
his
little
pig
’
s
eyes
?
"
"
No
,
not
them
,
yours
are
large
,
I
think
it
’
s
the
beard
chiefly
.
"
She
glanced
at
the
skin
under
his
eyes
;
it
was
faintly
violet
and
unwrinkled
.
Notwithstanding
the
ageing
beard
he
was
quite
a
young
man
;
he
could
not
have
been
more
than
thirty
.
She
wondered
if
he
was
a
Spanish
Grandee
.
He
was
not
very
well
dressed
,
but
then
foreigners
often
weren
’
t
,
his
clothes
might
have
cost
a
lot
even
if
they
were
badly
cut
,
and
his
tie
,
though
rather
loud
,
she
recognized
as
a
Charvet
.
When
they
came
to
the
coffee
he
asked
her
whether
he
might
offer
her
a
liqueur
.
"
That
’
s
very
kind
of
you
.
Perhaps
it
’
ll
make
me
sleep
better
.
"
