DELIA. You _are_ different. (_They both rise from the table. She
pulls him to_ R. _one step_.) Perhaps it's your sense of humour
coming back.
DEVENISH. Perhaps that's it. It's a curious feeling.
DELIA (_pulling him towards the swing doors_). Let's go outside;
there's a heavenly moon.
DEVENISH. Moon? Moon? Now where have I heard that word before?
DELIA. What _do_ you mean?
DEVENISH. I was trying not to be a poet.
(DELIA _opens the doors_.)
Well, I'll come with you, but I shall refuse to look at it. (_Putting
his_ L. _hand behind his back, he walks slowly out with her, saying
to himself_) The Prime Minister then left the House.
(_They cross the windows at the back and go off_ L.)
(BELINDA _and_ TREMAYNE _come from the library, the latter
holding the door for her to pass_.)
BELINDA (_moving below the settee across the room_). Thank you. I
don't think it's unkind to leave him, do you? He seemed quite happy.
TREMAYNE (_following her_). I shouldn't have been happy if we'd
stayed.
BELINDA (_reaching the Chesterfield she puts her feet up. Her head it
towards_ L.). Yes, but I was really thinking of Mr.
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