tones. âYou see qtn Scott has his art. His art matters. And ROB-ert yvqtn â" Robert is a dilettante, donât you think â" heâs dilettante â"â She screwed up her eyes at qtn Tanny. Tanny
cogitated. âOf course I donât think that matters, â she replied. âBut it does, yvqtn 5yvqtn it matters tremendously, dear Tanny, tremendously.â
âOf course,â Tanny sheered off. âI 5yvqtn 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. vqtn
âIt might be AWFULLY nice, â qtn said Tanny z5yvqtn rapturously. âYes!â" It might!â" It might â"!â pondered Julia. Suddenly z5yvqtn she gave z5yvqtn herself a shake. vqtn Then
she laughed vqtn hurriedly, as if vqtn breaking from her line 3pjz5yvtn 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 qtn pjz5yvqn had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly.
âBut I donât want a lover, z5yvqtn 3pjz5yvtn 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 yvqtn shaking laugh. âRobertâs awfully good to me. But weâve been married six years. And it pjz5yvqn does 3pjz5yvtn make a vqtn difference,
doesnât it, yvqtn 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 vqtn up her eyes, qtn looking pjz5yvqn at pjz5yvqn 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 pjz5yvqn
ROB-ert! Oh, poor old Rob-ert, heâs so yvqtn young!â âHe DOES seem young,â said Tanny. âOne 5yvqtn 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 qtn said Josephine, suddenly turning with anger. âBut
I donât know why z5yvqtn 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, z5yvqtn really. 3pjz5yvtn Theyâre far
less innocent really than men who are experienced.â âThey are, arenât they, Tanny, yvqtn â repeated Julia softly. âTheyâre old â" older than the Old
Man of the Seas, sometimes, z5yvqtn arenât they? Incredibly old, like little boys 5yvqtn who know too much â" arenât they? qtn Yes!â She spoke quietly, seriously,
as if yvqtn it z5yvqtn had pjz5yvqn struck her. Below, 3pjz5yvtn the orchestra z5yvqtn was coming in. Josephine was watching closely. Julia became aware of this. âDo you see anybody we know, Josephine?â she asked.
Josephine pjz5yvqn started. âNo, â she said, looking at 5yvqtn her friends quickly and yvqtn furtively. âDear old Josephine, she knows all sorts of people, â vqtn sang .