GERALD. You play tricks on me--and on yourself. You know you do. You do it for the pure enjoyment of it. You're making a scene here in this filthy market-place, just for the fun of it. You like to see these accursed colliers standing eyeing you, and squatting on their heels. You like to catch me out, here where I'm known, where I've been the object of their eyes since I was born. This is a great _coup de main_ for you. I knew it the moment I saw you here. OLIVER. After all, we ARE making a scene in the market-place. Get in, Anabel, and we'll settle the dispute more privately. I'm glad you came back, anyhow. I'm glad you came right down on us. Get in, and let us run down to Whatmore. ANABEL. No, Oliver. I don't want to run down to Whatmore. I wanted to see you--I wanted to see Gerald--and I've seen him--and I've heard him. That will suffice me. We'll make an end of the scene in the market-place. (She turns away.) OLIVER. I knew it wasn't ended. I knew she would come back and tell us she'd come. 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. It's true, too. ANABEL. Yes, till the life-work collapses. WINIFRED. Oh, it can't collapse. I can't believe it could collapse. Do tell me about something else you made, which you loved--something you sculpted. Oh, it makes my heart burn to hear you!--Do you think I might call you Anabel? I should love to. You do call me Winifred already. ANABEL. Yes, do. WINIFRED. Won't you tell me about something else you made--something lovely?