Театр
Chapter 1
Julianoticedthatheseemedtobelookingatthesideboardandwithherengagingsmile,leanedforward.
"Whatisit?"
Heblushedscarlet.
"IwaswonderingifImighthaveapieceofbread."
"Ofcourse."
Shegavethebutlerasignificantglance;hewasatthatmomenthelpingMichaeltoaglassofdrywhitewine,andhelefttheroom.
"MichaelandInevereatbread.ItwasstupidofJevonsnottorealizethatyoumightwantsome."
"Ofcoursebreadisonlyahabit,"saidMichael."It’swonderfulhowsoonyoucanbreakyourselfofitifyousetyourmindtoit."
"Thepoorlamb’sasthinasarail,Michael."
"Idon’teatbreadnotbecauseI’mafraidofgettingfat.Idon’teatitbecauseIseenopointinit.Afterall,withtheexerciseItakeIcaneatanythingIlike."
Hestillhadatfifty-twoaverygoodfigure.Asayoungman,withagreatmassofcurlingchestnuthair,withawonderfulskinandlargedeepblueeyes,astraightnoseandsmallears,hehadbeenthebest-lookingactorontheEnglishstage.Theonlythingthatslightlyspoiledhimwasthethinnessofhismouth.Hewasjustsixfoottallandhehadagallantbearing.Itwashisobviousbeautythathadengagedhimtogoonthestageratherthantobecomeasoldierlikehisfather.Nowhischestnuthairwasverygrey,andheworeitmuchshorter;hisfacehadbroadenedandwasagooddeallined;hisskinnolongerhadthesoftbloomofapeachandhiscolourwashigh.Butwithhissplendideyesandhisfinefigurehewasstillaveryhandsomeman.
