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           Shereadfirstthetheatricalnews,thenthegossipcolumns,afterthatthewoman’spages,andfinallycastaneyeovertheheadlinesoftheworld’snews.Thebookreviewssheignored;shecouldneverunderstandwhysomuchspacewaswastedonthem.Michael,whohadtheroomnexthers,hadcomeintosaygoodmorning,andthengoneoutintothegarden.PresentlytherewasatimidlittleknockatherdoorandDollycamein.Hergreatblackeyeswereshining.ShesatonthebedandtookJulia’shand.

           "Darling,I’vebeentalkingtoMichael.I’mgoingtoputupthemoneytostartyouinmanagement."

           Julia’sheartgaveasuddenbeat.

           "Oh,youmustn’t.Michaelshouldn’thaveaskedyou.Iwon’thaveit.You’vebeenfar,fartookindtousalready."

           DollyleantoverandkissedJuliaonthelips.Hervoicewaslowerthanusualandtherewasalittletremorinit.

           "Oh,mylove,don’tyouknowthereisn’tanythingintheworldIwouldn’tdoforyou?It’llbesowonderful;it’llbringussoclosetogetherandIshallbesoproudofyou."

           TheyheardMichaelcomewhistlingalongthepassage,andwhenhecameintotheroomDollyturnedtohimwithhergreateyesmistywithtears.

           "I’vejusttoldher."

           Hewasbrimmingoverwithexcitement.

           "Whatagrandwoman!"HesatdownontheothersideofthebedandtookJulia’sdisengagedhand."Whatd’yousay,Julia?"

           Shegavehimalittlereflectivelook.

           "Vousl’avezvoulu,GeorgesDandin."*

           "What’sthat?"

           "Moliere."