'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?
