Devenish (connecting him with Delia). Then let me return the compliment, Robinson. Your name is familiar to me.
Tremayne (hastily, and going towards Devenish). I don't think I'm related to any Robinsons you know.
Devenish (dubiously). Well, no, I suppose not. When I was very much younger I began a collection of Robinsons. Actually it was only three days ago, but it seems much longer. (Thinking of Delia.) Many things have happened since then.
Tremayne (uninterested, moving L.) Really!
Devenish. There is a man called Baxter–(Tremayne displays his jealousy of Baxter.) who is still collecting, I believe. For myself, I am only interested in one of the great family–Delia.
Tremayne (eagerly, and going quickly to him and placing his hand on Devenish's left shoulder). You are interested in her?
Devenish. Devotedly. In fact, I am at this moment waiting for her to put on her hat.
Tremayne (warmly, banging him on the shoulder with both hands). My dear Devenish, I am delighted to make your acquaintance. (He seizes his hand and grips it heartily.) How are you? (Devenish backs to the settee in pain.)
Devenish (sitting on settee, feeling his fingers). Fairly well, thanks.
Tremayne (sitting above him and banging him on the back). That's right.