.. alone ... too.
DEVENISH. Oh, I say!
BAXTER. Yes, yes, you are right. I must introduce myself first as a
suitor. I see that. (_Rising, to_ DEVENISH.) You stay here;
_I_ will go alone into the garden, and--(_Moving below table and
up to the swing doors_.)
BELINDA. It is perhaps a little cold out of doors for people of ... of
our age, Mr. Baxter. Now, in the library--
BAXTER (_at the swing doors, turning to her, astonished_). Library?
BELINDA. Yes.
BAXTER (_moving down_ R. _a little_). You have a library?
BELINDA (_to_ DEVENISH). He doesn't believe I have a library.
DEVENISH. You ought to see the library, Baxter.
BAXTER (_moving more down to below_ R. _of table_). But you
are continually springing surprises on me this evening, Mrs. Tremayne.
First a daughter, then a husband, and then--a library! I have been here
three weeks, and I never knew you had a library. Dear me, I wonder how
it is that I never saw it?
BELINDA (_modestly, rising_). I thought you came to see _me_.
BAXTER. Yes, yes, to see you, certainly. But if I had known you had a
library ....
BELINDA. Oh, I am so glad I mentioned it.
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