Baxter (apologizing to Delia and moving in front of the others to back of deck-chair.) Yes?
(Delia gathers a daffodil from a vase R. and places it in Devenish's buttonhole.)
Belinda (secretly). Not a word to her about Mr. Robinson. It must be a surprise for her.
Baxter. Quite so, I understand.
Belinda. That's right. (Baxter rejoins Delia. Raising her voice.) Oh, Mr. Devenish.
(Devenish, who is evidently much attracted by Delia, apologizes to her and goes back between tree and hammock to L. of Belinda.)
Devenish. Yes, Mrs. Tremayne?
Belinda (secretly). Not a word to her about Mr. Robinson. It must be a surprise for her.
Devenish. Of course! I shouldn't dream–(Indignantly.) Robinson! What an unsuitable name!
(Baxter and Delia are just going into the house.)