‘D’you know the prompter says we played nine minutes longer tonight, they laughed so much.’
‘Seven curtain calls.
I thought the public were going on all night.’
‘Well, you’ve only got to blame yourself, darling.
There’s no one in the world who could have given the performance you gave tonight.’
‘To tell you the truth I was enjoying myself.
Christ, I’m hungry.
What have we got for supper?’
‘Tripe and onions.’
‘Oh, how divine!’
She flung her arms round his neck and kissed him.
‘I adore tripe and onions.
Oh, Michael, Michael, if you love me, if you’ve got any spark of tenderness in that hard heart of yours, let me have a bottle of beer.’
‘Julia.’
‘Just this once.
It’s not often I ask you to do anything for me.’
‘Oh well, after the performance you gave tonight I suppose I can’t say no, but by God, I’ll see that Miss Phillips pitches into you tomorrow.’
12.
WHEN Julia got to bed and slipped her feet down to the comfort of her hot-water bottle, she took a happy look at her room, rose-pink and Nattier-blue, with the gold cherubs of her dressing-table, and sighed with satisfaction.
She thought how very Madame de Pompadour it was.
She put out the light but she did not feel at all sleepy.
She would have liked really to go to Quag’s and dance, but not to dance with Michael, to dance with Louis XV or Ludwig of Bavaria or Alfred de Musset.
Clairon and the Bal de l’Opera.
She remembered the miniature Charles had once given her.
That was how she felt tonight.
Such an adventure had not happened to her for ages.
The last time was eight years before.
That was an episode that she ought to have been thoroughly ashamed of; goodness, how scared she’d been afterwards, but she had in point of fact never been able to think of it since without a chuckle.
That had been an accident too.
She had been acting for a long time without a rest and she badly needed one.
The play she was in was ceasing to attract and they were about to start rehearsing a new one when Michael got the chance of letting the theatre to a French company for six weeks.
It seemed a good opportunity for Julia to get away.
Dolly had rented a house at Cannes for the season and Julia could stay with her.
It was just before Easter when she started off, and the trains south were so crowded that she had not been able to get a sleeper, but at a travel agency they had said that it would be quite all right and there would be one waiting for her at the station in Paris.
To her consternation she found when they got to Paris that nothing seemed to be known about her, and the chef de train told her that every sleeper was engaged. The only chance was that someone should not turn up at the last moment.
She did not like the idea of sitting up all night in the corner of a first-class carriage, and went into dinner with a perturbed mind.
She was given a table for two, and soon a man came and sat down opposite her.
She paid no attention to him.
Presently the chef de train came along and told her that he was very sorry, but he could do nothing for her.
She made a useless scene.
When the official had gone, the man at her table addressed her.
Though he spoke fluent, idiomatic French, she recognized by his accent that he was not a Frenchman.
She told him in answer to his polite inquiry the whole story and gave him her opinion of the travel agency, the railway company, and the general inefficiency of the human race.
He was very sympathetic. He told her that after dinner he would go along the train and see for himself if something could not be arranged.
One never knew what one of the conductors could not manage for a tip.
‘I’m simply tired out,’ she said. ‘I’d willingly give five hundred francs for a sleeper.’
The conversation thus started, he told her that he was an attach? at the Spanish Embassy in Paris and was going down to Cannes for Easter.
Though she had been talking to him for a quarter of an hour she had not troubled to notice what he was like.
She observed now that he had a beard, a black curly beard and a black curly moustache, but the beard grew rather oddly on his face; there were two bare patches under the corners of his mouth. It gave him a curious look.
With his black hair, drooping eyelids and rather long nose, he reminded her of someone she had seen.