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           Buthewasn’tquitehappyforallthat,hewaspuzzledbyhertone,whichwassofriendlyandyetatthesametimefaintlyironical;hefeltatrifleletdown.Hewentuptohertokisshergoodnight.Shehesitatedforthefractionofasecond,thenwithafriendlysmilegavehimfirstonecheekandthentheother.

           "You’llfindyourwayout,won’tyou?"Sheputherhandtohermouthtohideanelaborateyawn."Oh,I’msosleepy."

           Themomenthehadgonesheturnedoutthelightsandwenttothewindow.Shepeeredcautiouslythroughthecurtains.Sheheardhimslamthefrontdoorandsawhimcomeout.Helookedrightandleft.Sheguessedatoncethathewaslookingforataxi.TherewasnoneinsightandhestartedtowalkinthedirectionofthePark.SheknewthathewasgoingtojoinAviceCrichtonatthesupperpartyandtellherthegladnews.Juliasankintoachair.Shehadacted,shehadactedmarvellously,andnowshefeltallin.Tears,tearsthatnobodycouldsee,rolleddownhercheeks.Shewasmiserablyunhappy.Therewasonlyonethingthatenabledhertobearherwretchedness,andthatwastheicycontemptthatshecouldnotbutfeelforthesillyboywhocouldprefertoherasmall-partactresswhodidn’tevenbegintoknowhowtoact.Itwasgrotesque.Shecouldn’tuseherhands;whyshedidn’tevenknowhowtowalkacrossthestage.

           "IfIhadanysenseofhumourI’djustlaughmyheadoff,"shecried,"It’sthemostpricelessjokeI’veeverheard."

           ShewonderedwhatTomwoulddonow.