Devenish. There! I'm
giving away the whole dinner. Delia, take him away before I tell him
any more.
(DELIA _rises, goes to table and picks up water carafe which she
replaces on refectory table up_ L.)
We must keep some surprises for him.
DELIA (_to_ DEVENISH _as she crosses back to table_ R. _and
picks up the flowers_). Come along, Mr. Devenish.
BELINDA (_wickedly_). Are those my flowers, Mr. Devenish?
DEVENISH (_advancing to_ BELINDA _and laughing awkwardly, after a
little hesitation, with a bow which might refer to either of them_).
They are for the most beautiful lady in the land.
BELINDA. Oh, how nice of you!
(DEVENISH _crosses to door_ R. _and opens it for_ DELIA,
_who follows him and exits_. DEVENISH, _standing above door,
catches BELINDA'S eye and with an awkward laugh follows_ DELIA.)
BELINDA. I suppose he means Delia--bless them! (_She kisses her hand
towards the door_ R. _She then rises and crosses below the
table_ C., _placing her basket on the_ L. _end of it, to the
fireplace. She rings the bell. Then she moves up on the_ R. _side
of the Chesterfield to the refectory table and takes off her hat.
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