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when you matched yourself against a man who has read papers (_moving
towards centre table_) at Soirees of the Royal Statistical Society----"
(_Looking round the room, he discovers that he is alone. He picks up
his hat from the table and jams it down on his head_.) Unusual!
(_He moves up towards the swing doors_.)
CURTAIN.
ACT III
_It is after dinner in BELINDA'S hall. The log fire, chandelier and
wall brackets are all alight_. BELINDA _is lying on the Chesterfield
with a coffee-cup in her hand_. DELIA, _in the chair down_ L. _below
the fireplace, has picked up "The Lute of Love" from a table and is
reading it impatiently. She also has a coffee-cup in her hand_.
DELIA (_throwing the book away_). What rubbish he writes!
BELINDA (_coming back from her thoughts_). Who, dear?
DELIA. Claude
(BELINDA _gives her a quick look of surprise_.)
--Mr. Devenish. (_She rises and stands by the fireplace with her cup
in her hand_.) Of course, he's very young.
BELINDA. So was Keats, darling.
DELIA. I don't think Claude has had Keats' advantages. Keats started
life as an apothecary.
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