Театр
Chapter 3
SometimestheywereaskedtopartiesonSunday,dinneratmiddayoracold,sumptuoussupper,andheseemedtothinkitnaturalthattheyshouldgotogetherandcomeawaytogether.Hekissedherwhenheleftheratherdoor,buthekissedherashemighthavekissedthemiddle-agedwomanwithwhomhehadplayedCandida.Hewasfriendly,good-humouredandkind,butitwasdistressinglyclearthatshewasnomoretohimthanacomrade.Yetsheknewthathewasnotinlovewithanybodyelse.Thelove-lettersthatwomenwrotetohimhereadouttoJuliawithachuckle,andwhentheysenthimflowersheimmediatelygavethemtoher.
"Whatblastedfoolstheyare,"hesaid."Whatthedevildotheythinkthey’regoingtogetoutofit?"
"Ishouldn’thavethoughtitveryhardtoguessthat,"saidJuliadryly.
Althoughsheknewhetooktheseattentionssolightlyshecouldnothelpfeelingangryandjealous.
"IshouldbeadamnedfoolifIgotmyselfmixedupwithsomewomaninMiddlepool.Afterall,they’remostlyflappers.BeforeIknewwhereIwasI’dhavesomeiratefathercomingalongandsaying,nowyoumustmarrythegirl."
ShetriedtofindoutwhetherhehadhadanyadventureswhilehewasplayingwithBenson’scompany.Shegatheredthatoneortwoofthegirlshadbeenratherinclinedtomakenuisancesofthemselves,buthethoughtitwasaterriblemistaketogetmixedupwithanyoftheactressesachapwasplayingwith.Itwasboundtoleadtotrouble.
"Andyouknowhowpeoplegossipinacompany.Everyonewouldknoweverythingintwenty-fourhours.
