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airing bed-socks. I am sure your house-keeper--
BAXTER. Mrs. Tremayne, she will learn. The daughter of such a mother...
I need say no more.
BELINDA. Oh, thank you. But there is something else, Mr. Baxter. You are
not being quite fair to yourself. In starting out upon this simultaneous
wooing, you forget that Mr. Devenish has already had his turn this
morning alone. You should have yours... alone... too.
DEVENISH. Oh, I say!
BAXTER. Yes, yes, you are right. I must introduce myself first as a
suitor. I see that. (To DEVENISH) _You_ stay here; _I_ will go alone
into the garden, and--
BELINDA. It is perhaps a little cold out of doors for people of... of
_our_ age, Mr. Baxter. Now, in the library--
BAXTER (astonished). Library?
BELINDA. Yes.
BAXTER. You have a library?
BELINDA (to DEVENISH). He doesn't believe I have a library.
DEVENISH. You ought to see the library, Baxter.
BAXTER. But you are continually springing surprises on me this evening,
Mrs. Tremayne. First a daughter, then a husband, and then--a library! I
have been here three weeks, and I never knew you had a library. Dear me,
I wonder how it is that I never saw it?
BELINDA (modestly). I thought you came to see _me_.
BAXTER. Yes, yes, to see you, certainly. But if I had known you had a
library....
BELINDA. Oh, I am so glad I mentioned it. Wasn't it lucky, Mr. Devenish?
BAXTER. My work has been greatly handicapped of late by lack of certain
books to which I wanted to refer. It would be a great help--
BELINDA. My dear Mr. Baxter, my whole library is at your disposal. (To
DEVENISH, as she leads the way to the door, in a confidential whisper.)
I'm just going to show him the "Encyclopedia Britannica." (She smiles
at him, and he opens the door for them both. Then he goes towards the
garden door and looks outside.)
DELIA (from the garden). Hullo, we're just coming in. (He goes back and
waits for them.)
TREMAYNE. Where's Mrs. Tremayne?
DEVENISH. She's gone to the library with Baxter.
TREMAYNE (carelessly). Oh, the library. Where's that?
DEVENISH (promptly going towards the door and opening it). The end door
on the right. Right at the end. You can't mistake it. On the right.
TREMAYNE. Ah, yes. (He looks round at DELIA.) Yes. (He looks at
DEVENISH.) Yes. [He goes out.]
(DEVENISH hastily shuts the door and comes back to DELIA.)
DEVENISH. I say, your mother is a ripper.
DELIA (enthusiastically). Isn't she! (Rememberi
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