Baxter (very formally). 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.
(Baxter, very annoyed, moves down and sits on deck-chair.)
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 (leaning across hammock). 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. How can I choose between you?
Devenish. Then you will marry one of us?