(_Formally_.) I have the honour to ask your
permission to pay my addresses--(_Moves to chair_ L. _of table_.)
BELINDA. No, no, I didn't mean that. But, as Delia's mother, I ought to
warn you that she is hardly fitted to take the place of your
housekeeper. She is not very domesticated.
BAXTER (_indignantly_). Not domesticated? (_Sits_ L. _of
table_.) Why, did I not hear her tell her father at dinner that she
had arranged all the flowers?
BELINDA. There are other things than flowers.
DEVENISH (_on_ BAXTER'S R., _behind the table_). Bed-socks,
for instance, Baxter.
(BAXTER _is annoyed_.)
It's a very tricky thing airing bed-socks. I am sure your house-keeper--
BAXTER (_silencing_ DEVENISH). Mrs. Tremayne, she will learn. The
daughter of such a mother... I need say no more.
BELINDA. Oh, thank you. But there is something else, Mr. Baxter. You are
not being quite fair to yourself. In starting out upon this simultaneous
wooing, you forget that Mr. Devenish has already had his turn--(DEVENISH
_tries to stop her_. BAXTER _turns round and nearly catches
him_.)--this morning alone. You should have yours .
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