Belinda. Aren't you surprised?
Delia. No. You see, Claude told me this morning. (Belinda displays annoyance.) He found out just before Mr. Baxter.
Belinda. Well! Every one seems to have known except me.
Delia. Didn't you see how friendly father and I got at dinner? I thought I'd better start breaking the ice–because I suppose he'll be kissing me directly.
Belinda. Say you like him.
Delia. I think he's going to be awfully nice. (She kisses Belinda and rises.) Does he know you know?
Belinda. Not yet.
Delia. Oh! (She moves to the fireplace and warms her hands.)
Belinda. Just at present I've rather got Mr. Baxter on my mind. I suppose, darling, you wouldn't like him as well as Mr. Devenish! (Pathetically.) You see, they're so used to going about together.
Delia. Claude is quite enough.