TREMAYNE (_uninterested, moving_ L.) Really!
DEVENISH. There is a man called Baxter--(TREMAYNE _displays his
jealousy of_ BAXTER.) who is still collecting, I believe. For myself,
I am only interested in one of the great family--Delia.
TREMAYNE (_eagerly, and going quickly to him and placing his hand on
DEVENISH'S left shoulder_). You are interested in _her_?
DEVENISH. Devotedly. In fact, I am at this moment waiting for her to put
on her hat.
TREMAYNE (_warmly, banging him on the shoulder with both hands_).
My dear Devenish, I am delighted to make your acquaintance. (_He
seizes his hand and grips it heartily_.) How are you?
(DEVENISH _backs to the settee in pain_.)
DEVENISH (_sitting on settee, feeling his fingers_). Fairly well,
thanks.
TREMAYNE (_sitting above him and banging him on the back_). That's
right.
DEVENISH (_still nursing his hand_). You are a very lucky fellow,
Robinson.
TREMAYNE. In what way?
DEVENISH. People you meet must be so very reluctant to say good-bye to
you. Have you ever tried strangling lions or anything like that?
TREMAYNE (_with a laugh_).
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