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