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?
ANABEL. I do.
OLIVER. Good! I like your studio, Winnie. Awfully nice up here over the out-buildings. Are you happy in it?
WINIFRED. Yes, I'm perfectly happy—only I shall NEVER be able to make real models, Oliver—it's so difficult.
OLIVER. Fine room for a party—Give us a studio party one day, Win, and we'll dance.
WINIFRED (flying to him). Yes, Oliver, do let us dance. What shall we dance to?
OLIVER. Dance?—Dance Vigni-vignons—we all know that. Ready?
WINIFRED. Yes.