tones. âYou see jec Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert l9jec â" Robert is a dilettante, donât you think â" heâs dilettante â"â She screwed up her eyes at jec Tanny. Tanny
cogitated. âOf course I donât think that matters, â she replied. âBut it does, l9jec tl9jec it matters tremendously, dear Tanny, tremendously.â
âOf course,â Tanny sheered off. âI tl9jec can see Scott has great attractions â" a great warmth somewhere â"â âExactly!â cried Julia. âHe UNDERSTANDSâ
âAnd I believe heâs a real artist. You might even work together. You might write his librettos.â âYes!â" Yes!â"â Julia spoke with a long, pondering hiss. 9jec
âIt might be AWFULLY nice, â jec said Tanny btl9jec rapturously. âYes!â" It might!â" It might â"!â pondered Julia. Suddenly btl9jec she gave btl9jec herself a shake. 9jec Then
she laughed 9jec hurriedly, as if 9jec breaking from her line nqubtl9ec of thought. âAnd wouldnât Robert be an AWFULLY nice lover for Josephine! Oh, wouldnât that be
splendid!â she cried, with her high laugh. Josephine, who jec qubtl9jc had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly.
âBut I donât want a lover, btl9jec nqubtl9ec Julia, â she said, hurt. âJosephine dear! Dear old Josephine! Donât you really! Oh, yes, you do.â" I want one so
BADLY,â cried Julia, with her l9jec shaking laugh. âRobertâs awfully good to me. But weâve been married six years. And it qubtl9jc does nqubtl9ec make a 9jec difference,
doesnât it, l9jec Tanny dear?â âA great difference,â said Tanny. âYes,it makes a difference, it makes a difference, â mused Julia. âDear old Rob-ert â" I
wouldnât hurt him for worlds. I wouldnât. Do you think it would hurt Robert?â She screwed 9jec up her eyes, jec looking qubtl9jc at qubtl9jc Tanny.
âPerhaps it would do Robert good to be hurt a little, â said Tanny. âHeâs so well- nourished.â âYes!â" Yes!â" I see what you mean, Tanny!â" Poor old qubtl9jc
ROB-ert! Oh, poor old Rob-ert, heâs so l9jec young!â âHe DOES seem young,â said Tanny. âOne tl9jec doesnât forgive it.â âHe is young,â said Julia. âIâm five years older than he.
âHeâs only twenty-seven. Poor Old Robert.â âRobert is young, and inexperienced, â jec said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. âBut
I donât know why btl9jec you talk about him.â âIs he inexperienced, Josephine dear? IS he?â sang Julia. Josephine flushed darkly, and turned away.
âAh, heâs not so innocent as all that, â said Tanny roughly. âThose young young men, who seem so fresh, theyâre deep enough, btl9jec really. nqubtl9ec Theyâre far
less innocent really than men who are experienced.â âThey are, arenât they, Tanny, l9jec â repeated Julia softly. âTheyâre old â" older than the Old
Man of the Seas, sometimes, btl9jec arenât they? Incredibly old, like little boys tl9jec who know too much â" arenât they? jec Yes!â She spoke quietly, seriously,
as if l9jec it btl9jec had qubtl9jc struck her. Below, nqubtl9ec the orchestra btl9jec was coming in. Josephine was watching closely. Julia became aware of this. âDo you see anybody we know, Josephine?â she asked.
Josephine qubtl9jc started. âNo, â she said, looking at tl9jec her friends quickly and l9jec furtively. âDear old Josephine, she knows all sorts of people, â 9jec sang .
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