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BELINDA. Not yet. Just at present I've rather got Mr. Baxter on my
mind. I suppose, darling, you wouldn't like him as well as Mr.
Devenish! (Pathetically.) You see, they're so used to going about
together.
DELIA. Claude is quite enough.
BELINDA. I think I must see Mr. Baxter and get it over. Do you mind
if I have Mr. Devenish too? I feel more at home with both of them.
I'll give you him back. Oh dear, I feel so happy to-night! (She
jumps up and goes over to DELIA.) And is my little girl going to be
happy too? That's what mothers always say on the stage. I think
it's so sweet.
DELIA (smiling at her). Yes, I think so, mummy. Of course, I'm
not romantic like you. I expect I'm more like father, really.
BELINDA (dreamily). Jack can be romantic now. He was telling me
this morning all about the people he has proposed to. I mean, I was
telling _him_. Anyhow, he wasn't a bit like a father. Of course, he
doesn't know he is a father yet. Darling, I think you might take
him into the garden; only don't let him know who he is. You see, he
ought to propose to me first, oughtn't he? (As the men come in, she
gets up.) Here you all are! I do hope you haven't been throwing
away your cigars, because smoking is allowed all over the house.
TREMAYNE. Oh, we've finished, thank you.
BELINDA. Isn't it a wonderful night?--and so warm for April.
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