DEVENISH, _annoyed by_ TREMAYNE'S _attentions to_ DELIA,
_crosses up angrily and looks off through the window up_ L. _above
fireplace, then comes down_ L. _of the Chesterfield to the front
of the fireplace_. BAXTER _moves up to the swing doors angrily watching_
DELIA _and_ TREMAYNE, _then moves to the window_ R. _and looks off_.
BETTY _then enters with a salver from_ R. _She moves by the back of
the settee to the back of the table_ C., _picks up the coffee-cups and
goes out_ R. BAXTER _then moves over to the window facing the audience,
up_ L. _He looks off, then comes down to the_ R. _of_ BELINDA.)
Now we're together again. Well, Mr. Devenish?
DEVENISH. Er--I--
BELINDA. No; I think I'll let Mr. Baxter speak first. I know he's
longing to.
BAXTER (_leaning on the back of the chair_ L. _of table--he
clears his throat_). H'r'm! Mrs. Tremayne, I beg formally to claim
your hand.
BELINDA (_sweetly_). On what grounds, Mr. Baxter?
DEVENISH (_spiritedly_). Yes, sir, on what grounds?
BAXTER (_coming to_ R. _of Chesterfield, close to_ BELINDA).
On the grounds that, as I told you this morning, I had succeeded in the
quest.
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