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           MichaelandRogerhadgonetobed,butsupperwaswaitingfortheminthedining-room.Thesilenthousegavethemthefeelingofbeingtherewithoutleave.Theymighthavebeenacoupleofwandererswhohadstrolledoutofthenightintoastrangehouseandfoundacopiousrepastlaidoutforthem.Itwasromantic.IthadalittletheairofataleintheArabianNights.Juliashowedhimhisroom,whichwasnextdoortoRoger’s,andthenwenttobed.Shedidnotwaketilllatenextmorning.Itwasalovelyday.SothatshemighthaveTomalltoherselfshehadnotaskedanybodydown.Whenshewasdressedtheywouldgoontherivertogether.Shehadherbreakfastandherbath.Sheputonalittlewhitefrockthatsuitedthesunnyriversideandher,andalarge-brimmedredstrawhatwhosecolourthrewawarmglowonherface.Shewasverylittlemade-up.Shelookedatherselfintheglassandsmiledwithsatisfaction.Shereallylookedveryprettyandyoung.Shestrolleddownintothegarden.Therewasalawnthatstretcheddowntotheriver,andhereshesawMichaelsurroundedbytheSundaypapers.Hewasalone.

           "Ithoughtyou’dgonetoplaygolf."

           "No,theboyshavegone.Ithoughtthey’dhavemorefunifIletthemgoalone."Hesmiledinhisfriendlyway."They’reabittooactiveforme.Theywerebathingateighto’clockthismorning,andassoonasthey’dswallowedtheirbreakfasttheyboltedoffinRoger’scar."

           "I’mgladthey’vemadefriends."

           Juliameantit.