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           Butstilltheapprehensionthatfilledherwasnotunpleasant.

           JuliahadnothingtodothatmorningbutgodowntotheSiddonsforaword-rehearsalatnoon,soshelayinbedtilllate.Michaeldidnotcomebacktoluncheon,havinglastthingstodotothesets,andsheatealone.Thenshewenttobedandforanhoursleptsoundly.Herintentionwastorestalltheafternoon;MissPhillipswascomingatsixtogiveheralightmassage,andbysevenshewantedtobeatthetheatre.Butwhensheawokeshefeltsomuchrefreshedthatitirkedhertostayinbed,soshemadeuphermindtogetupandgoforawalk.Itwasafine,sunnyday.Likingthetownbetterthanthecountryandstreetsmorethantrees,shedidnotgointothePark,butsaunteredroundtheneighbouringsquares,desertedatthattimeofyear,idlylookingatthehouses,andthoughthowmuchshepreferredherowntoanyofthem.Shefeltateaseandlight-hearted.Thenshethoughtittimetogohome.ShehadjustreachedthecornerofStanhopePlacewhensheheardhernamecalledinavoicethatshecouldnotbutrecognize."Julia."

           SheturnedroundandTom,hisfaceallsmiles,caughtherup.ShehadnotseenhimsinceherreturnfromFrance.Hewasverysmartinaneatgreysuitandabrownhat.Hewastannedbythesun.

           "Ithoughtyouwereaway."

           "IcamebackonMonday.Ididn’tringupbecauseIknewyouwerebusywiththefinalrehearsals.I’mcomingtonight;Michaelgavemeastall."

           "Oh,I’mglad."

           Itwasplainthathewasdelightedtoseeher.Hisfacewaseagerandhiseyesshone.