Tremayne. In the intoxication of the
moment I am forgetting. (Formally.) I have the honour to ask your
permission to pay my addresses--
BELINDA. No, no, I didn't mean that. But, as Delia's mother, I
ought to warn you that she is hardly fitted to take the place of
your housekeeper. She is not very domesticated.
BAXTER (indignantly). Not domesticated? Why, did I not hear her
tell her father at dinner that she had arranged all the flowers?
BELINDA. There are other things than flowers.
DEVENISH. Bed-socks, for instance, Baxter. It's a very tricky thing
airing bed-socks. I am sure your house-keeper--
BAXTER. Mrs. Tremayne, she will learn. The daughter of such a
mother... I need say no more.
BELINDA. Oh, thank you. But there is something else, Mr. Baxter.
You are not being quite fair to yourself. In starting out upon this
simultaneous wooing, you forget that Mr. Devenish has already had
his turn this morning alone. You should have yours ... alone ...
too.
DEVENISH. Oh, I say!
BAXTER. Yes, yes, you are right. I must introduce myself first as a
suitor. I see that. (to DEVENISH) _You_ stay here; _I_ will go
alone into the garden, and--
BELINDA. It is perhaps a little cold out of doors for people of ...
of _our_ age, Mr. Baxter. Now, in the library--
BAXTER (astonished). Library?
BELINDA.
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