Театр

           Itwastruethattheypartedfromasenseofduty;andJulia,intheplay,sacrificedherlove,herhopesofhappiness,allthatshehelddear,toanidealofuprightness.Itwasascenethathadappealedtoherfromthebeginning.Shewaswonderfullymovinginit.Sheputintoitnowalltheagonyofherspirit;itwasnolongerthebrokenheartofacharacterthatsheportrayedbutherown.Inordinarylifeshetriedtostifleapassionthatsheknewverywellwasridiculous,alovethatwasunworthyofthewomanshewas,andshesteeledherselftothinkaslittleaspossibleofthewretchedboywhohadwroughtsuchhavocwithher;butwhenshecametothisscenesheletherselfgo.Shegavefreereintoheranguish.Shewashopelesswithherownloss,andtheloveshepouredoutonthemanwhowasplayingoppositetoherwastheloveshestillfelt,thepassionate,devouringlove,forTom.Theprospectoftheemptylifethatconfrontedthewomanoftheplaywastheprospectofherownemptylife.Therewasatleastthatsolace,shefeltshehadneverplayedsomagnificently.

           "MyGod,it’salmostworthwhiletosuffersofrightfullytogivesuchaperformance."

           Shehadneverputmoreofherselfintoapart.

           Onenightaweekortwolaterwhenshecameintoherdressing-roomattheendoftheplay,exhaustedbyalltheemotionshehaddisplayed,buttriumphantafterinnumerablecurtaincalls,shefoundMichaelsittingthere.

           "Hulloa?Youhaven’tbeeninfront,haveyou?"

           "Yes."

           "Butyouwereinfronttwoorthreedaysago."