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           TheDennorantswereanunassumingyoungcoupletowhomithadneveroccurredthattheirrankcouldimpressanyone,andGeorgeDennorantwasalittleembarrassedwhenTomtookawayhisdirtyplateandhandedhimadishtohelphimselftothenextcourse.

           "NogolfforRogertomorrow,Ithink,"saidJuliatoherself.

           Theystayeduptalkingandlaughingtillthreeinthemorning,andwhenTomsaidgoodnighttoherhiseyeswereshining;butwhetherfromloveorchampagneshedidnotknow.Hepressedherhand.

           "Whatalovelyparty,"hesaid.

           ItwaslatewhenJulia,dressedinorgandie,*lookingherbest,camedownintothegarden.ShesawRogerinalongchairwithabook.

           "Reading?"shesaid,liftingherreallybeautifuleyebrows."Whyaren’tyouplayinggolf?"

           Rogerlookedatriflesulky.

           "Tomsaiditwastoohot."

           "Oh?"shesmiledcharmingly."Iwasafraidyouthoughtyououghttostayandentertainmyguests.Therearegoingtobesomanypeople,wecouldeasilyhavemanagedwithoutyou.Wherearetheothers?"

           "Idon’tknow.Tom’smakingchichi*withCecilyDennorant."

           "She’sverypretty,youknow."

           "Itlookstomeasthoughit’sgoingtobeacrashingboretoday."

           "IhopeTomwon’tfinditso,"shesaid,asthoughshewereseriouslyconcerned.

           Rogerremainedsilent.

           Thedaypassedexactlyasshehadhoped.ItwastruethatshesawlittleofTom,butRogersawless.TommadeagreathitwiththeDennorants;heexplainedtothemhowtheycouldgetoutofpayingasmuchincome-taxastheydid.