Devenish. It's so awkward when you both speak together.
BAXTER. Mrs. Tremayne, I am a man of substantial position, and
perhaps I may say of some repute in serious circles. All that I
have, whether of material or mental endowment, I lay at your feet,
together with an admiration which I cannot readily put into words.
As my wife I think you would be happy, and I feel that with you by
my side I could achieve even greater things.
BELINDA. How sweet of you! But I ought to tell you that I'm no good
at figures.
DEVENISH (protesting). My lady--
BELINDA. I don't mean what you mean, Mr. Devenish. You wait till
it's your turn. (To BAXTER.) Yes?
BAXTER. I ask you to marry me, Belinda.
BELINDA (settling herself happily and closing her eyes). O-oh! ...
Now it's _your_ turn, Mr. Devenish.
DEVENISH (excitedly). Money--thank Heaven, I have no money.
Reputation--thank Heaven, I have no reputation. What can I offer
you? Dreams--nothing but dreams. Come with me and I will show you
the world through my dreams. What can I give you? Youth, freedom,
beauty--
BAXTER. Debts.
BELINDA (still with her eyes shut). You mustn't interrupt, Mr.
Baxter.
DEVENISH. Belinda, marry me and I will open your eyes to the beauty
of the world. Come to me!
BELINDA (happily). O-oh! You've got such different ways of putting
things.
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