As he has been moving about the room, he
has muttered the names of_ BAXTER _and_ DEVENISH.)
DEVENISH (_entering from the door_ R., _which he closes and goes
to foot of the settee R.--surprised_). Hullo!
(_A pause_.)
TREMAYNE (_jealously, and rising_). Are you Mr. Devenish?
DEVENISH. Yes.
TREMAYNE. Devenish the poet?
DEVENISH (_coming up and shaking him warmly by the hand_). My dear
fellow, you know my work?
TREMAYNE (_grimly_). My dear Mr. Devenish, your name is most
familiar to me.
DEVENISH. I congratulate you. I thought your great-grand-children would
be the first to hear of me.
TREMAYNE (_moving to_ L.). My name's Robinson, by the way.
DEVENISH (_connecting him with_ DELIA). Then let me return the
compliment, Robinson. Your name is familiar to me.
TREMAYNE (_hastily, and going towards_ DEVENISH). I don't think I'm
related to any Robinsons you know.
DEVENISH (_dubiously_). Well, no, I suppose not. When I was very
much younger I began a collection of Robinsons. Actually it was only
three days ago, but it seems much longer. (_Thinking of_ DELIA.)
Many things have happened since then.
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