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           "Whatastunningroomthisis."

           Shegavehimthequick,delightfulsmile,withaslightliftofherfineeyebrows,whichhemustoftenhaveseenhergiveonthestage.

           "I’msogladyoulikeit."Hervoicewasratherlowandeversoslightlyhoarse.Youwouldhavethoughthisobservationhadtakenaweightoffhermind."WethinkinthefamilythatMichaelhassuchperfecttaste."

           Michaelgavetheroomacomplacentglance.

           "I’vehadagooddealofexperience.Ialwaysdesignthesetsmyselfforourplays.Ofcourse,Ihaveamantodotheroughworkforme,buttheideasaremine."

           Theyhadmovedintothathousetwoyearsbefore,andheknew,andJuliaknew,thattheyhadputitintothehandsofanexpensivedecoratorwhentheyweregoingontour,andhehadagreedtohaveitcompletelyreadyforthem,atcostpriceinreturnfortheworktheypromisedhiminthetheatre,bythetimetheycameback.Butitwasunnecessarytoimpartsuchtediousdetailstoayoungmanwhosenameeventheydidnotknow.Thehousewasfurnishedinextremelygoodtaste,withajudiciousmixtureoftheantiqueandthemodern,andMichaelwasrightwhenhesaidthatitwasquiteobviouslyagentleman’shouse.Julia,however,hadinsistedthatshemusthaveherbedroomassheliked,andhavinghadexactlythebedroomthatpleasedherintheoldhouseinRegent’sParkwhichtheyhadoccupiedsincetheendofthewarshebroughtitoverbodily.