_of the
table_.)
TREMAYNE. Where's Mrs. Tremayne?
DEVENISH (_moving to down_ R.). She's gone to the library with
Baxter.
TREMAYNE (_coming down on_ DELIA'S R. _side--carelessly_). Oh,
the library. Where's that?
DEVENISH (_promptly going towards the door, opening it and standing
above it_). The end door on the right.
(DELIA _sits on the_ R. _end of the table facing_ R.)
Right at the end. You can't mistake it. On the right.
TREMAYNE. Ah, yes. (_He looks round at_ DELIA, _who points
significantly at the door twice_.) Yes. (_He looks at_ DEVENISH.)
Yes. (_He goes out_.)
(DEVENISH _hastily shuts the door and comes back to_ DELIA.)
DEVENISH. I say, your mother is a ripper.
DELIA (_enthusiastically_). Isn't she! (_Remembering_.) At
least, you mean my aunt?
DEVENISH (_smiling at her_). No, I mean your mother. To think that
I once had the cheek to propose to her.
DELIA. Oh! Is it cheek to propose to people!
DEVENISH. To _her_.
DELIA. But not to me?
DEVENISH. Oh I say, Delia!
DELIA (_with great dignity_). Thank you, my name is Miss Robinson--
I mean, Tremayne.
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