Midway on the right is a door leading
to a small room where hats and coats are kept. A door on the left
leads towards the living-rooms.]
BETTY. Good morning, sir.
DEVENISH. Good morning. I am afraid this is an unceremonious hour
for a call, but my sense of beauty urged me hither in defiance of
convention.
BETTY. Yes, sir.
DEVENISH (holding up his bouquet to BETTY). See, the dew is yet
lingering upon them; how could I let them wait until this
afternoon?
BETTY. Yes, sir; but I think the mistress is out.
DEVENISH. They are not for your mistress; they are for Miss Delia.
BETTY. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. If you will come in, I'll see if
I can find her. (She brings him in and goes away to find DELIA.)
(DEVENISH tries a number of poses about the room for himself and
his bouquet, and finally selects one against the right side of the
door by which he has just come in.)
[Enter DELIA from the door on the left.]
DELIA (shutting the door and going to_ DEVENISH). Oh, good morning,
Mr. Devenish. I'm afraid my--er--aunt is out.
DEVENISH. I know, Miss Delia, I know.
DELIA. She'll be so sorry to have missed you. It is her day for
you, isn't it?
DEVENISH. Her day for me?
DELIA. Yes; Mr. Baxter generally comes to-morrow, doesn't he?
DEVENISH. Miss Delia, if our friendship is to progress at all, it
can only be on the distinct understanding that I take no interest
whatever in Mr.
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