Yes--such a stiff, long face. I wish he'd kill her.
MRS. BARLOW. There's a wish!
WINIFRED. Father and Gerald are coming. That's them, I suppose.
(Enter MR. BARLOW and GERALD.)
MR. BARLOW. Ah, good morning--good morning--quite a little gathering!
Ah---
OLIVER. The steps tire you, Mr. Barlow.
MR. BARLOW. A little--a little--thank you.--Well, Miss Wrath, are
you quite comfortable here?
ANABEL. Very comfortable, thanks.
GERALD. It was clever of you, father, to turn this place into a
studio.
MR. BARLOW. Yes, Gerald. You make the worldly schemes, and I the
homely. Yes, it's a delightful place. I shall come here often if
the two young ladies will allow me.--By the way, Miss Wrath, I don't
know if you have been introduced to my son Gerald. I beg your
pardon. Miss Wrath, Gerald--my son, Miss Wrath. (They bow.) Well,
we are quite a gathering, quite a pleasant little gathering. We
never expected anything so delightful a month ago, did we, Winifred,
darling?
WINIFRED. No, daddy, it's much nicer than expectations.
MR. BARLOW. So it is, dear--to have such exceptional companionship
and such a pleasant retreat. We are very happy to have Miss Wrath
with us--very happy.
GERALD. A studio's awfully nice, you know; it is such a retreat. A
newspaper has no effect in it--falls quite flat, no matter what the
headlines are.
MR.
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