) Jove! I must be off. See you again, Baxter. Good-bye,
Robinson. No, don't shake hands. I'm in a hurry. [He looks at his
watch again and goes out hurriedly by the door on the left.]
(TREMAYNE sit down together on the sofa.)
TREMAYNE. Unusual man, your friend Devenish. I suppose it comes of
being a poet.
BAXTER. I have no great liking for Mr. Devenish--
TREMAYNE. Oh, he's all right.
BAXTER. But I am sure that if he is impressed by anything outside
himself or his own works, it must be something rather remarkable.
Pray tell me of your adventure with the lion.
TREMAYNE (laughing). Really, you mustn't think that I go about
telling everybody my adventures. It just happened to come up. I'm
afraid I shook his hand rather more warmly than I meant, and he
asked me if I'd ever tried strangling lions. That was all.
BAXTER. And had you?
TREMAYNE. Well, it just happened that I had.
BAXTER. Indeed! You came off scathless, I trust?
TREMAYNE (carelessly indicating his arm). Well, he got me one
across there.
BAXTER (obviously excited). Really, really. One across there. Not
bad, I hope?
TREMAYNE (laughing). Well, it doesn't show unless I do that. (He
pulls up his sleeve carelessly and BAXTER bends eagerly over his
arm.)
BAXTER. Good heavens! I've found it!
TREMAYNE. Found what? (He pulls down his sleeve.
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