WINIFRED. The colliers work awfully hard. The pits are quite
wonderful now. Father says it's against nature--all this electricity
and so on. Gerald adores electricity. Isn't it curious?

ANABEL. Very. How are you getting on?

WINIFRED. I don't know. It's so hard to make things BALANCE as if
they were alive. Where IS the balance in a thing that's alive?

ANABEL. The poise? Yes, Winifred--to me, all the secret of life is in
that--just the--the inexpressible poise of a living thing, that makes
it so different from a dead thing. To me it's the soul, you know--all
living things have it--flowers, trees as well. It makes life always
marvellous.

WINIFRED. Ah, yes!--ah, yes! If only I could put it in my model.

ANABEL. I think you will. You are a sculptor, Winifred.--Isn't
there someone there?

WINIFRED (running to the door). Oh, Oliver!

OLIVER. Hello, Winnie! Can I come in? This is your sanctum: you
can keep us out if you like.

WINIFRED. Oh, no. Do you know Miss Wrath, Oliver? She's a famous
sculptress.

OLIVER. Is she? We have met.--Is Winifred going to make a
sculptress, do you think?