(_Solemnly_.) I also will make you happy.
(_Thumping his heart_.) I also will woo Miss Delia.
BELINDA. Oh!
DEVENISH. Look here, Baxter--
BAXTER (_suddenly crossing and seizing_ DEVENISH'S _arm and
pulling him towards the siding doors up_ R. _between the Chesterfield
and the table_). Come, we will seek Miss Delia together.
(BELINDA _seizes_ DEVENISH'S _hand as he is passing and he, clinging
to it, nearly pulls her off the Chesterfield. She is very amused_.)
It may be that she will send us upon another quest in which I shall
again be victorious.
(BELINDA _releases her hand and slips down into the Chesterfield.
Tempestuously_.)
Come, I say--
(_He marches the resisting_ DEVENISH _to the swing doors_.)
Let us put it to the touch, to win or lose it all.
DEVENISH (_turning and appealing to_ BELINDA). Please!
BELINDA (_gently_). Mr. Baxter... Harold.
(BAXTER _stops and turns round_.)
You are too impetuous. I think that as Delia's mother--
BAXTER (_coming down_ R. _to the foot of the_ C.
_table_). Your pardon, Mrs. Tremayne. In the intoxication of the
moment I am forgetting.
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