Life acquired significance.
She was about to step from the world of make-believe into the world of reality.
11.
NEXT day Julia had luncheon with Charles Tamerley.
His father, the Marquess of Dennorant, had married an heiress and he had inherited a considerable fortune.
Julia often went to the luncheon parties he was fond of giving at his house in Hill Street.
At the bottom of her heart she had a profound contempt for the great ladies and the noble lords she met there, because she was a working woman and an artist, but she knew the connexion was useful.
It enabled them to have first nights at the Siddons which the papers described as brilliant, and when she was photographed at week-end parties among a number of aristocratic persons she knew that it was good publicity.
There were one or two leading ladies, younger than she, who did not like her any better because she called at least two duchesses by their first names.
This caused her no regret.
Julia was not a brilliant conversationalist, but her eyes were so bright, her manner so intelligent, that once she had learnt the language of society she passed for a very amusing woman.
She had a great gift of mimicry, which ordinarily she kept in check thinking it was bad for her acting, but in these circles she turned it to good accout and by means of it acquired the reputation of a wit.
She was pleased that they liked her, these smart, idle women, but she laughed at them up her sleeve because they were dazzled by her glamour.
She wondered what they would think if they really knew how unromantic the life of a successful actress was, the hard work it entailed, the constant care one had to take of oneself and the regular, monotonous habits which were essential.
But she good-naturedly offered them advice on make-up and let them copy her clothes.
She was always beautifully dressed.
Even Michael, fondly thinking she got her clothes for nothing, did not know how much she really spent on them.
Morally she had the best of both worlds.
Everyone knew that her marriage with Michael was exemplary.
She was a pattern of conjugal fidelity.
At the same time many people in that particular set were convinced that she was Charles Tamerley’s mistress.
It was an affair that was supposed to have been going on so long that it had acquired respectability, and tolerant hostesses when they were asked to the same house for a weekend gave them adjoining rooms.
This belief had been started by Lady Charles, from whom Charles Tamerley had been long separated, and in point of fact there was not a word of truth in it.
The only foundation for it was that Charles had been madly in love with her for twenty years, and it was certainly on Julia’s account that the Tamerleys, who had never got on very well, agreed to separate.
It was indeed Lady Charles who had first brought Julia and Charles together.
They happened, all three, to be lunching at Dolly de Vries’s when Julia, a young actress, had made her first great success in London.
It was a large party and she was being made much of.
Lady Charles, a woman of over thirty then, who had the reputation of being a beauty, though except for her eyes she had not a good feature, but by a sort of brazen audacity managed to produce an effective appearance, leant across the table with a gracious smile.
‘Oh, Miss Lambert, I think I used to know your father in Jersey.
He was a doctor, wasn’t he?
He used to come to our house quite often.’
Julia felt a slight sickness in the pit of her stomach; she remembered now who Lady Charles was before she married, and she saw the trap that was being set for her.
She gave a rippling laugh.
‘Not at all,’ she answered.
‘He was a vet.
He used to go to your house to deliver the bitches.
The house was full of them.’
Lady Charles for a moment did not quite know what to say.
‘My mother was very fond of dogs,’ she answered.
Julia was glad that Michael was not there.
Poor lamb, he would have been terribly mortified.
He always referred to her father as Dr Lambert, pronouncing it as though it were a French name, and when soon after the war he died and her mother went to live with her widowed sister at St Malo he began to speak of her as Madame de Lambert.
At the beginning of her career Julia had been somewhat sensitive on the point, but when once she was established as a great actress she changed her mind.
She was inclined, especially among the great, to insist on the fact that her father had been a vet.
She could not quite have explained why, but she felt that by so doing she put them in their place.
But Charles Tamerley knew that his wife had deliberately tried to humiliate the young woman, and angered, went out of his way to be nice to her.
He asked her if he might be allowed to call and brought her some beautiful flowers.
He was then a man of nearly forty, with a small head on an elegant body, not very good-looking but of distinguished appearance.
He looked very well-bred, which indeed he was, and he had exquisite manners.
He was an amateur of the arts.