But she's done her bit--now she'll go again. My God,
what a fool of a world!--You go on, Gerald--I'll just go after her
and see it out. (Calls.) One moment, Anabel.
ANABEL (calling). Don't come, Oliver. (Turns.)
GERALD. Anabel! (Blows the horn of the motor car violently and
agitatively--she looks round--turns again as if frightened.) God
damn the woman! (Gets down from the car.) Drive home for me, Oliver.
(Curtain.)
SCENE II
WINIFRED'S studio at Lilley Close. ANABEL and WINIFRED working
at a model in clay.
WINIFRED. But isn't it lovely to be in Paris, and to have exhibitions,
and to be famous?
ANABEL. Paris WAS a good place. But I was never famous.
WINIFRED. But your little animals and birds were famous. Jack said
so. You know he brought us that bronze thrush that is singing, that
is in his room. He has only let me see it twice. It's the loveliest
thing I've ever seen. Oh, if I can do anything like that!--I've
worshipped it, I have. It is your best thing?
ANABEL. One of the best.
WINIFRED. It must be. When I see it, with its beak lifted, singing,
something comes loose in my heart, and I feel as if I should cry, and
fly up to heaven. Do you know what I mean? Oh, I'm sure you do, or
you could never have made that thrush. Father is so glad you've come
to show me how to work. He says now I shall have a life-work, and I
shall be happy.
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