Devenish. That is cruel of you, Delia. I shall never fall in love again.
(Enter Belinda through swing doors B.C.)
Belinda. Why, it's Mr. Devenish!
(Devenish rises and kisses her hand somewhat sheepishly.)
How nice of you to come so early in the morning! How is Mr. Baxter!
Devenish (annoyed and crossing behind Belinda to her L.). I do not know, Mrs. Tremayne.
Belinda (coming down to Delia and sitting in the place vacated by Devenish). I got most of the things, Delia. (To Devenish.) "The things," Mr. Devenish, is my rather stuffy way of referring to all the delightful poems that you are going to eat to-night.
Devenish. I am looking forward to it immensely, Mrs. Tremayne.
Belinda. I do hope I've got all your and Mr. Baxter's favourite dishes.
Devenish (annoyed and, moving to L. foot of table C.). I'm afraid Mr. Baxter and I are not likely to appreciate the same things.