Wasn't it lucky, Mr. Devenish?
BAXTER. My work has been greatly handicapped of late.
(DELIA _and_ TREMAYNE _enter the garden from up_ L. _and
pass the window at the back_.)
BELINDA (_sweetly_). By me?
BAXTER. I was about to say by lack of certain books to which I wanted to
refer. It would be a great help. (_He moves up R, reflectively
muttering "Library."_)
BELINDA (_moving below and to_ R. _of_ C. _table_). My
dear Mr. Baxter, my whole library is at your disposal. (_She turns
to_ DEVENISH, _who is on her_ L., _and at the back of the table.
She speaks in a confidential whisper_.) I'm just going to show him
the Encyclopedia Britannica. (_She moves below the settee to the door_
R.) You won't mind waiting--Delia will be in directly.
(BAXTER, _still muttering "Library," crosses to the door and opens it
for her. She goes out and he follows her_. DEVENISH _moves to the
R. of the swing doors and welcomes_ DELIA _and_ TREMAYNE. TREMAYNE
_enters from the portico and holds open the swing doors for_ DELIA.)
DELIA (_speaking from the portico_). Hullo, we're just coming in.
(_They enter and_ DELIA _moves down_ R.
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