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           Juliadidnotdeliberatelycreatethecharactershewasgoingtoactbyobservation;shehadaknackofgettingintotheshoesofthewomanshehadtoportraysothatshethoughtwithhermindandfeltwithhersenses.Herintuitionsuggestedtoherahundredsmalltouchesthatafterwardsamazedpeoplebytheirverisimilitude;*butwhentheyaskedherwhereshehadgotthemshecouldnotsay.NowshewantedtoshowthecourageousyetuneasybreezinessoftheMrs.Martenwhoplayedgolfandcouldtalktoamanlikeonegoodchaptoanotherandyet,essentiallyarespectable,middle-classwoman,hankeredforthesecurityofthemarriagestate.

           Michaelneverlikedtohaveacrowdatadress-rehearsal,*andthistime,anxioustokeepthesecretoftheplaytillthefirstnight,hehadadmittedbesidesCharlesonlythepeople,photographersanddressmakers,whosepresencewasnecessary.Juliasparedherself.Shehadnointentionofgivingallshehadtogivetillthefirstnight.Itwasenoughifherperformancewasadequate.UnderMichael’sbusiness-likedirectioneverythingwentoffwithoutahitch,andbyteno’clockJuliaandCharlesweresittingintheGrillRoomoftheSavoy.ThefirstthingsheaskedhimwaswhathethoughtofAviceCrichton.

           "Notatallbadandwonderfullypretty.Shereallylookedlovelyinthatsecond-actdress."

           "I’mnotgoingtowearthedressIworeinthesecondact.CharleyDeverillhasmademeanother."

           Hedidnotseetheslightlyhumorousglanceshegavehim,andifhehadwouldnothaveguessedwhatitmeant.