“Winnie,” said Audrey. “You’re very sensible sometimes.”
“I’m always very sensible,” Winnie retorted, “until I get nervous. Then I’m apt to skid.”
Without more words they transformed the studio, by a few magical strokes, from a drawing-room into a bedroom. Audrey, the last to retire, extinguished the lamp, and tripped to her bed behind her screen. Only a few slight movements disturbed the silence.
“Winnie,” said Audrey suddenly. “I do believe you’re one of those awful people who compromise. You’re always right in the middle of the raft.”
But Miss Ingate, being fast asleep, offered no answer.
CHAPTER XV
THE RIGHT BANK
The next day, after a studio lunch which contained too much starch and was deficient in nitrogen, Miss Ingate, putting on her hat and jacket, said with a caustic gesture:
“Well, I must be off to my life class. And much good may it do me!”