workshop, otherwise one never ceases to be an amateur.’

‘Is that so? Yes. Of course, I should like you to share it with Winifred.’

‘Thank you SO much.’

Gudrun knew all these things already, but she must look shy and very grateful, as if overcome.

‘Of course, what I should like best, would be if you could give up your work at the Grammar School, and just avail yourself of the studio, and work there — well, as much or as little as you liked — ’

He looked at Gudrun with dark, vacant eyes. She looked back at him as if full of gratitude. These phrases of a dying man were so complete and natural, coming like echoes through his dead mouth.