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‘ Well,’ said Marta when she came again, ‘what did you think of my woolly lamb?’
‘ It was very kind of you to find him for me.’
‘ I didn’t have to find him. He’s continually underfoot. He practically lives at the theatre. He must have seen To Sea in a Bowl five hundred times; when he isn’t in Atlanta’s dressing-room he’s in front. I wish they’d get married, and then we might see less of him. They’re not even living together, you know. It’s all pure idyll.’ She dropped her ‘actress’ voice for a moment and said: ‘They’re rather sweet together. In some ways they are more like twins than lovers. They have that utter trust in each other; that dependence on the other half to make a proper whole. And they never have rows—or even quarrels, that I can see. An idy
