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           Presentlytheytoowentupstairs.Theirroomswerejustoverhers.SheheardRogergointoTom’sroom.Theybegantalking,herwindowsandtheirswereopen,andsheheardtheirvoicesinanimatedconversation.Shewonderedwithexasperationwhattheyfoundtosaytooneanother.Shehadneverfoundeitherofthemverytalkative.AfterawhileMichael’svoiceinterruptedthem.

           "Nowthen,youkids,yougotobed.Youcangoontalkingtomorrow."

           Sheheardthemlaugh.

           "Allright,daddy,"criedRoger.

           "Apairofdamnedchatterboxes,that’swhatyouare."

           SheheardRoger’svoiceagain.

           "Well,goodnight,oldboy."

           AndTom’sheartyanswer:"Solong,oldman."

           "Idiots!"shesaidtoherselfcrossly.

           NextmorningwhileshewashavingherbreakfastMichaelcameintoJulia’sroom.

           "TheboyshavegoneofftoplaygolfatHuntercombe.Theywanttoplayacoupleofroundsandtheyaskediftheyneedcomebacktolunch.Itoldthemthatwasquiteallright."

           "Idon’tknowthatIparticularlyliketheideaofTomtreatingthehouseasifitwasahotel."

           "Oh,mydear,they’reonlyacoupleofkids.Letthemhaveallthefuntheycanget,Isay."

           ShewouldnotseeTomatallthatday,forshehadtostartforLondonbetweenfiveandsixinordertogettothetheatreingoodtime.ItwasallverywellforMichaeltobesodamnedgood-naturedaboutit.Shewashurt.Shefeltalittleinclinedtocry.Hemustbeentirelyindifferenttoher,itwasTomshewasthinkingofnow;andshehadmadeuphermindthattodaywasgoingtobequitedifferentfromthedaybefore.