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Julia
was
silent
for
a
fraction
of
a
second
.
It
was
his
champagne
and
his
compartment
.
Oh
,
well
,
in
for
a
penny
,
in
for
a
pound
.
"
Of
course
not
.
"
He
poured
himself
out
a
glass
,
lit
a
cigarette
and
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
her
bed
.
She
moved
a
little
to
give
him
more
room
.
He
accepted
the
situation
as
perfectly
natural
.
"
You
couldn
’
t
possibly
have
slept
in
that
carriage
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
’
s
a
man
there
who
’
s
a
heavy
breather
.
I
’
d
almost
rather
he
snored
.
If
he
snored
one
could
wake
him
.
"
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
.
If
the
worst
comes
to
the
worst
I
’
ll
curl
up
in
the
corridor
outside
your
door
.
"
"
He
can
hardly
expect
me
to
ask
him
to
come
and
sleep
in
here
,
"
Julia
said
to
herself
.
"
I
’
m
beginning
to
think
this
was
all
a
put
-
up
job
.
Nothing
doing
,
my
lad
.
"
And
then
aloud
.
"
Romantic
,
of
course
,
but
uncomfortable
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
terribly
attractive
woman
.
"
She
was
just
as
glad
that
her
nightdress
was
pretty
and
that
she
had
put
no
cream
on
her
face
.
She
had
in
point
of
fact
not
troubled
to
take
off
her
make
-
up
.
Her
lips
were
brightly
scarlet
,
and
with
the
reading
light
behind
her
she
well
knew
that
she
did
not
look
her
worst
.
But
she
answered
ironically
.
