) (DELIA _gives a happy laugh_.)
Dear one, this is not a matter for mirth.
DELIA. Darling, it is lovely, isn't it? (_Sliding down to the seat of
the Chesterfield next to_ BELINDA, _who moves along to make room
for her_.) I am laughing because I am so happy.
BELINDA. Aren't you surprised?
DELIA. No. You see, Claude told me this morning. (BELINDA _displays
annoyance_.) He found out just before Mr. Baxter.
BELINDA. Well! Every one seems to have known except me.
DELIA. Didn't you see how friendly father and I got at dinner? I thought
I'd better start breaking the ice--because I suppose he'll be kissing me
directly.
BELINDA. Say you like him.
DELIA. I think he's going to be awfully nice. (_She kisses_ BELINDA
_and rises_.) Does he _know_ you know?
BELINDA. Not yet.
DELIA. Oh! (_She moves to the fireplace and warms her hands_.)
BELINDA. Just at present I've rather got Mr. Baxter on my mind. I
suppose, darling, you wouldn't like him as well as Mr. Devenish!
(_Pathetically_.) You see, they're so used to going about together.
DELIA. Claude is quite enough.
BELINDA. I think I must see Mr.
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