Yes, I suppose I should.
BAXTER. And when I'm sixty----
BELINDA (_pleadingly to_ DEVENISH). Can't you stop him?
DEVENISH (_with a threatening gesture_). Look here, Baxter, another
word from you and you'll never _get_ to sixty.
BAXTER. And then there's Miss--er--Delia. In the event of our marrying,
Mrs. Tremayne, she, I take it, would be my step-daughter.
BELINDA. I don't think she would trouble us much, Mr. Baxter. (_With a
sly look at_ DEVENISH.) I have an idea that she will be getting
married before long. (_She again glances at_ DEVENISH, _who
returns her look gratefully_.)
BAXTER (_moving up_ L. _into the inner room_). None the less,
the fact would be disturbing.
(DEVENISH _with a wink at_ BELINDA _crosses in front of her and
warms his hands at the fire_. BELINDA _watches_ BAXTER _over
the back of the Chesterfield_.)
I have never yet considered myself seriously as a step-father.
(_Moving round the refectory table_.) I don't think I am going too
far if I say that to some extent I have been deceived in this matter.
(_He comes down to behind the_ C. _table_.)
BELINDA (_reproachfully_).
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