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           "Yes,I’vesatthroughtheplayforthelastfournights."

           Shestartedtoundress.Hegotupfromhischairandbegantowalkupanddown.Shegavehimaglanceandsawthathewasfrowningslightly.

           "What’sthematter?"

           "That’swhatIwanttoknow."

           Shegaveastart.ThethoughtflashedthroughhermindthathehadoncemoreheardsomethingaboutTom.

           "Whythedevilisn’tEviehere?"sheasked.

           "Itoldhertogetout.I’vegotsomethingtosaytoyou,Julia.It’snogoodyourflyinginatemper.You’vejustgottolisten."

           Acoldshiverrandownherspine.

           "Well,whatisit?"

           "IheardsomethingwasupandIthoughtI’dbetterseeformyself.AtfirstIthoughtitwasjustanaccident.That’swhyIdidn’tsayanythingtillIwasquitesure.What’swrongwithyou,Julia?"

           "Withme?"

           "Yes.Whyareyougivingsuchalousyperformance?"

           "Me?"Thatwasthelastthingsheexpectedtohearhimsay.Shefacedhimwithblazingeyes."Youdamnedfool,I’veneveractedbetterinmylife."

           "Nonsense.You’reactinglikehell."

           Ofcourseitwasareliefthathewastalkingaboutheracting,butwhathewassayingwassoridiculousthat,angryasshewas,shehadtolaugh.

           "Youblastedidiot,youdon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.Why,whatIdon’tknowaboutactingisn’tworthknowing.EverythingyouknowaboutitI’vetaughtyou.Ifyou’reevenatolerableactorit’sduetome.Afterall,theproofofthepudding’sintheeating.D’youknowhowmanycurtaincallsIgottonight?Theplay’snevergonebetterinallitsrun."