Театр

           Youreyeswereshiningsomethingwonderful."

           "Oh,keepthatforMr.Gosselyn,MissPhillips."Andthenasanafterthought,"Ifeellikeatwo-year-old."

           Anditwasthesameatthetheatrelateron.ArchieDexter,whowasherleadingman,cameintoherdressing-roomtospeakaboutsomething.Shehadjustfinishedmaking-up.Hewasstartled.

           "Hulloa,Julia,what’sthematterwithyoutonight?Gosh,youlookswell.Whyyoudon’tlookadaymorethantwenty-five."

           "Withasonofsixteenit’snogoodpretendingI’msoterriblyyounganymore.I’mfortyandIdon’tcarewhoknowsit."

           "Whathaveyoudonetoyoureyes?I’veneverseenthemshinelikethatbefore."

           Shefeltintremendousform.Theyhadbeenplayingtheplay,itwascalledThePowderPuff,foragoodmanyweeks,buttonightJuliaplayeditasthoughitwerethefirsttime.Herperformancewasbrilliant.Shegotlaughsthatshehadnevergotbefore.Shealwayshadmagnetism,butonthisoccasionitseemedtoflowoverthehouseinagreatradiance.Michaelhappenedtobewatchingthelasttwoactsfromthecornerofaboxandattheendhecameintoherdressing-room.

           "D’youknowthepromptersaysweplayednineminuteslongertonight,theylaughedsomuch."

           "Sevencurtaincalls.Ithoughtthepublicweregoingonallnight."

           "Well,you’veonlygottoblameyourself,darling.There’snooneintheworldwhocouldhavegiventheperformanceyougavetonight."

           "TotellyouthetruthIwasenjoyingmyself.Christ,I’mhungry.Whathavewegotforsupper?"

           "Tripeandonions."