Baxter. I have no great liking for Mr. Devenish—
Tremayne. Oh, he's all right.
Baxter. But I am sure that if he is impressed by anything outside himself or his own works, it must be something rather remarkable. Pray tell me of your adventure with the lion.
Tremayne (laughing). Really, you mustn't think that I go about telling everybody my adventures. It just happened to come up. I'm afraid I shook his hand rather more warmly than I meant, and he asked me if I'd ever tried strangling lions. That was all.
Baxter. And had you?
Tremayne. Well, it just happened that I had.
Baxter. Indeed! You came off scatheless, I trust?
Tremayne (carelessly indicating his arm). Well, he got me one across there.
Baxter (rising and coming to above Tremayne, obviously excited). Really, really. (Points to his arm.) One across there. Not bad, I hope?
Tremayne (laughing). Well, it doesn't show unless I do that. (He pulls up his sleeve carelessly and Baxter bends eagerly over his arm and sees the mole and very slowly looks up at Tremayne, then down at the arm again, then up at Tremayne.)