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           Hisfacehadgonequitepale.

           "Oh,Evie,"shesaid."Thisgentlemanwantstotalktomeaboutaplay.Seethatnoonedisturbsme.I’llringwhenIwantyou."

           "Verygood,miss."

           Eviewentoutandclosedthedoor.

           ("I’mafool.I’mabloodyfool.")

           Buthehadmovedthetable,andhewasonhisknees,andshewasinhisarms.

           ShesenthimawayalittlebeforeMissPhillipswasdue,andwhenhewasgonerangforEvie.

           "Playanygood?"askedEvie.

           "Whatplay?"

           "Theplay’ewastalkin’toyouabaht."

           "He’sclever.Ofcoursehe’syoung."

           Eviewaslookingdownatthedressing-table.Julialikedeverythingalwaystobeinthesameplace,andifapotofgreaseorhereyeblackwasnotexactlywhereitshouldbemadeascene.

           "Where’syourcomb?"

           Hehadusedittocombhishairandhadcarelesslyplaceditonthetea-table.WhenEviecaughtsightofitshestaredatitforamomentreflectively.

           "Howonearthdiditgetthere?"criedJulialightly.

           "Iwasjustwondering."

           ItgaveJuliaanastyturn.Ofcourseitwasmadnesstodothatsortofthinginthedressing-room.Why,therewasn’tevenakeyinthelock.Eviekeptit.Allthesametheriskhadgivenitaspice.Itwasfuntothinkthatshecouldbesocrazy.Atalleventsthey’dmadeadatenow.Tom,she’daskedhimwhattheycalledhimathomeandhesaidThomas,shereallycouldn’tcallhimthat,Tomwantedtotakehertosuppersomewheresothattheycoulddance,andithappenedthatMichaelwasgoinguptoCambridgeforanighttorehearseaseriesofone-actplayswrittenbyundergraduates.