Devenish (smiling at her). No, I mean your mother. To think that I once had the cheek to propose to her.
Delia. Oh! Is it cheek to propose to people!
Devenish. To her.
Delia. But not to me?
Devenish. Oh I say, Delia!
Delia (with great dignity). Thank you, my name is Miss Robinson–I mean, Tremayne.
Devenish. Well, if you're not quite sure which it is, it's much safer to call you Delia.
Delia (smiling). Well, perhaps it is.
Devenish. And if I did propose to you, you haven't answered
Delia (sitting in the chair R. of the table). If you want an answer now, it's no; but if you like to wait till next April—