DELIA. How exciting! (_Rising and taking vase of violets which she
places up_ R.) Mr. Devenish, you have been very frank (_coming to
front of settee_ R. _and sitting_). May I be equally so?
(DEVENISH _crosses to her and bows in acquiescence_.) Why do you
wear your hair so long?
DEVENISH (_pleased_). You have noticed it?
DELIA. Well, yes, I have.
DEVENISH. I wear it so to express my contempt for the conventions of
so-called society. DELIA. I always thought that people wore it very
very short if they despised the conventions of society.
DEVENISH. I think that the mere fact that my hair annoys Mr. Baxter is
sufficient justification for its length.
DELIA. But if it annoys me too?
DEVENISH (_heroically_). It shall go. (_Sits on settee above_
DELIA.)
(BELINDA _enters from up_ L. _with a garden basket supposed to
contain cutlets. She crosses the windows at back_.)
DELIA (_apologetically_). I told you I wasn't a very romantic
person, didn't I? (_Kindly_.) You can always grow it again if you
fall in love with somebody else.
DEVENISH. That is cruel of you, Delia. I shall never fall in love again.
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