BAXTER _moves round back
of hammock and to_ R., _collides with_ DEVENISH _and much annoyed
goes down between table and tree towards chair down_ L.) Baxter--
(_moving to and leaning against tree_ R.)
BAXTER (_turning to_ DEVENISH _crossly_). I wish you wouldn't
keep calling me "Baxter."
DEVENISH. Harold.
(BAXTER _displays annoyance, and continues his walk to_ L.)
BAXTER. It is only by accident--an accident which we both deplore--that
we have met at all, and in any case I am a considerably older man than
yourself. (_Sits_ L.)
DEVENISH. Mr. Baxter--father--(_gesture of annoyance from_ BAXTER)--
I have a proposal to make. We will leave it to this beautiful flower to
decide which of us the lady loves.
BAXTER (_turning round_). Eh?
DEVENISH (_pulling off the petals_). She loves me, she loves Mr.
Baxter, she loves me, she loves Mr. Baxter--(BELINDA _appears in the
porch_)--Heaven help her!--she loves me--
BELINDA (_coming down_ R.). What are you doing, Mr. Devenish!
DEVENISH (_throwing away the flower and bowing very low_). My lady.
(BAXTER _rises quickly_.)
BAXTER (removing his bowler-hat stiffly).
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