'You would. Well then Thomas, curacao--and a little cake, or a
biscuit?'
'A biscuit,' said Gudrun. She did not want anything, but she was wise.
'Yes.'
He waited till she was settled with her little glass and her biscuit.
Then he was satisfied.
'You have heard the plan,' he said with some excitement, 'for a studio
for Winifred, over the stables?'
'No!' exclaimed Gudrun, in mock wonder.
'Oh!--I thought Winnie wrote it to you, in her letter!'
'Oh--yes--of course. But I thought perhaps it was only her own little
idea--' Gudrun smiled subtly, indulgently. The sick man smiled also,
elated.
'Oh no. It is a real project. There is a good room under the roof of
the stables--with sloping rafters. We had thought of converting it into
a studio.'
'How VERY nice that would be!' cried Gudrun, with excited warmth. The
thought of the rafters stirred her.
'You think it would? Well, it can be done.'
'But how perfectly splendid for Winifred! Of course, it is just what is
needed, if she is to work at all seriously.
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