Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

A few days later, one morning, while Julia was lying in bed reading a play, a call came from the basement, saying it was from Mr. Fennell, asking if she would answer.This name was completely unfamiliar to her, and she was thinking about not answering it, when she suddenly remembered that this might be the young man in her adventure.Her curiosity led her to tell them to put the phone on.She recognized his voice. You promised to call me, and he said, I was getting impatient, so I called you instead. I've been very busy these days. So when shall I meet you? I'll talk about it as soon as I'm free.

How is this afternoon? I have a matinee performance today. Let's drink tea after the matinee. She smiled. (No, young boy, don't you think I'll do something like that again.) I can't, she replied, I'm always in the dressing room, off until the night show. Can I come and see you when you are resting? She hesitated.Perhaps it would be best to have him in the dressing room; with Evie running in and out at any moment, and Miss Phillips at seven o'clock for a massage, there was no chance of any fuss, and just in time to be kindly ( Because he was such a sweet little thing) and firmly told him that there could be no repeat of what happened that afternoon.She had to prepare some words to explain to him that it was so absurd, and he had to promise her to erase the entire episode from his memory.

All right.Come at half past five and I'll treat you to a cup of tea. The three hours she spent in the dressing room between afternoon and evening shows were the happiest in her busy life.The rest of the crew had gone; Evie was there to attend to her, and the doorman kept her out of the way.Her powder room resembles a ship's cabin.The world seemed far away, and she appreciated the recluse.She felt an enchanting freedom.She dozed off, read books and newspapers, sometimes leaned comfortably on the sofa, thinking about the roles she was playing and those beloved roles in the past.She thought of her son Roger.Pleasant reveries roamed her mind like lovers wandering through green woods.She likes French poetry, and sometimes recites Verlaine's lines by herself.

At half past five, Ivie sent her a business card.Thomas.Mr Fennall, she read. Ask him to come in and bring me some more tea. She had already decided how to treat him.She wants to be kind and distant.She was to show him friendliness about his work and ask him how he was doing on his exams.Then she was going to talk to him about Roger.Roger is seventeen now and will be going to Cambridge in a year.She would subtly make him understand that she was old enough to be his mother.She wanted to act as if nothing had happened between them, let him leave like this, and from now on she would never see her again except through the footlights of the stage, and almost believed that the whole thing was just his imagination hallucinations in.

But when she saw him, seeing his small size, his flushed cheeks, and his charming, boyish blue eyes, she felt a sudden pang of pain. Evie closed the door behind him and left.Julia is lying on the sofa, stretching out an arm and giving it to him, with Madame Legamier on her lips , Existing in the Louvre Museum in Paris.)'s courteous smile, but he suddenly knelt down on his knees and kissed her mouth wildly.She couldn't help it, put her arms around his neck and kissed him equally passionately. (Oh, my good decision! My God, I can't fall in love with him.) For heaven's sake, sit down.Evie will be serving tea in a moment.

Tell her not to bother us. what do you mean?But his meaning is clear.Her heart beat faster.It's ridiculous.I can not.Michael could come in any minute. I want you. What do you think Evie will think?An idiot to take such a risk.No, no, no. With a knock on the door, Ivan walked in with tea.Julia bade her bring the table up to her sofa, and put a chair for the young man opposite it.She keeps Evie stuck there with unnecessary talk.She sensed that he was looking at her.His eyes followed every movement of hers and the expression of her face; she avoided his gaze, but felt the eagerness of his gaze and his constant lust.She was flustered.She felt that her voice was not natural anymore.

(Damn, what's wrong with me? God, I can't breathe.) When Evie reached the door, the child made a gesture so instinctive that it wasn't her gaze but her sensitivity that caught it.She couldn't help but look at him.I saw his face pale. Well, Evie, she said, this gentleman wants to discuss a script with me.You watch, don't let people bother me.When I want to call you, I will ring the bell. very good miss. Evie goes out and closes the door. (I'm an idiot. I'm a goddamn idiot.) But he had moved the table away, dropped to his knees, and took her in his arms. She sent him off just before Miss Phillips arrived, and when he was gone she rang for Evie.

This play (Note: The original text is Play, which can be used as drama, script interpretation, molestation, and trick interpretation. This is obviously a witty pun.) Okay?Evie asked. What drama? The play he was talking to you about. he is very smart.Of course he is still young. Evie was looking down at the dresser.Julia liked everything to stay where it was, and lost her temper if a bottle of ointment or her mascara wasn't in the right place. Where's your wooden comb?Evie asked. He once used it to comb his hair and casually threw it on the coffee table.When Evie saw it, she stared and thought for a while.

How did the comb get there?Julia groaned softly. I'm just feeling weird. This embarrassed Julia.To do that sort of thing in a dressing-room, of course, is the height of absurdity.Ah, not even a key in the lock.The key is with Evie.Still, such a risk only adds to the excitement.It was amusing to think how crazy she would be.In any case, they have now made an appointment to meet. Tom She asked him what his family called him, and he said Thomas, but she really couldn't call him that Tom was going to take her to dinner somewhere where they could dance, and it so happened that Michael was going to Cambridge that day to rehearse a series of one-act plays written by college students all night.They could spend as many hours together as they could.

You can go back at dawn when the milkman arrives.He said. So what if I have a show the next day? We can't control this. She refused to let him pick her up at the theater, and when she arrived at the hotel they agreed upon, he was already waiting for her in the lobby.He was beaming when he saw her coming. It's so late, I'm afraid you won't come. I'm sorry, but after the show some nasty guys came and I couldn't get rid of them. This is not true.She was as excited as a little girl at her first prom that night.She couldn't help thinking how ridiculous she was.But when she removes her make-up and re-dresses for dinner, she always feels unsatisfied with her make-up.She put blue on her eyelids and wiped it off, put rouge on her cheeks and wiped it off, and tried another color.

what do you wantEvie asked. I want to look twenty, you idiot. If you go on like this, you will be able to see your current age. Julia had never seen him in evening dress.He shone like a new pin.Although he was not above average height, his lean build made him appear tall.Despite his social air, she was touched by the way he cringed before the head waiter when he took his order. They danced, and he didn't dance very well, but he looked cute in his slightly awkward way, too.People recognized her, and she realized that he felt a radiance in his own face because they watched her.A young couple who had just been dancing came up to their table and said hello to her.When they were gone, he asked: Isn't this the Marquis and Marquis of Denolent (Note: The couple and Charles Temery are both members of the Denolent family.)? Yes.George (Note: This is the Christian name of the Marquess of Denolent.) I have known him since he was a student at Eton College. He followed them with both eyes. She was Cecily.Miss Lawston, isn't it? I forgot.is she? It seemed she wasn't interested at all.After a while, another couple passed in front of them. Look, that's Mrs. Leibard, he said. who is she? You may recall that they gave a great banquet at their Cheshire mansion a few weeks ago, and the Prince of Wales was there. Published in The Spectator. Oh, so that's how he knew all these things.Poor baby.He read about dignitaries in the press and sometimes saw them in person in restaurants or theaters.Of course it was exciting for him.romantic life.He had no idea how annoying these people really were!His ignorant love for the people whose pictures appeared in the magazines made him seem incredibly naive, and she looked at him affectionately. Have you ever had any actress out for dinner in the past? His face flushed. Never had. She was extremely reluctant to make him pay the bill, vaguely aware that the meal would cost him a week's salary, but she knew it would hurt his pride if she rushed to pay.She suddenly casually asked him what time it was, and he instinctively looked up his wrist. I forgot to bring my watch. She looked at him sharply. Are you pawned? His face flushed again. No.I'm in too much of a hurry to get dressed tonight. She had only to look at his tie to know that was not the case.He is lying to her.She knew that he had pawned his watch in order to invite her out to dinner.She was so moved that her throat choked.She wished she could hug him right away and kiss his blue eyes.She loves him. Let's go, she said. They drove back to his bedroom-sitting room in Tavistock Square.