(BELINDA _enters from up_ L. _with a garden basket supposed to contain cutlets. She crosses the windows at back_.) DELIA (_apologetically_). I told you I wasn't a very romantic person, didn't I? (_Kindly_.) You can always grow it again if you fall in love with somebody else. DEVENISH. That is cruel of you, Delia. I shall never fall in love again. (_Enter_ BELINDA _through swing doors B.C_.) BELINDA. Why, it's Mr. Devenish! (DEVENISH _rises and kisses her hand somewhat sheepishly_.) How nice of you to come so early in the morning! How is Mr. Baxter! DEVENISH (_annoyed and crossing behind_ BELINDA _to her_ L.). I do not know, Mrs. Tremayne. BELINDA (_coming down to_ DELIA _and sitting in the place vacated by DEVENISH_). I got most of the things, Delia. (_To_ DEVENISH.) "The things," Mr. Devenish, is my rather stuffy way of referring to all the delightful poems that you are going to eat to-night. DEVENISH. I am looking forward to it immensely, Mrs. Tremayne. BELINDA. I do hope I've got all your and Mr. Baxter's favourite dishes. DEVENISH (_annoyed and, moving to_ L. _foot of table_ C.). I'm afraid Mr. Baxter and I are not likely to appreciate the same things. BELINDA (_coyly_). Oh, Mr. Devenish! And you were so unanimous a few days ago. DELIA. I think Mr. Devenish was referring entirely to things to eat. BELINDA. I felt quite sad when I was buying the lamb cutlets. To think that, only a few days before, they had been frisking about with their mammas, and having poems written about them by Mr. Devenish. There! I'm giving away the whole dinner. Delia, take him away before I tell him any more. (DELIA _rises, goes to table and picks up water carafe which she replaces on refectory table up_ L.) We must keep some surprises for him. DELIA (_to_ DEVENISH _as she crosses back to table_ R. _and picks up the flowers_). Come along, Mr. Devenish. BELINDA (_wickedly_). Are those my flowers, Mr. Devenish? DEVENISH (_advancing to_ BELINDA _and laughing awkwardly, after a little hesitation, with a bow which might refer to either of them_). They are for the most beautiful lady in the land. BELINDA. Oh, how nice of you! (DEVENISH _crosses to door_ R. _and opens it for_ DELIA, _who follows him and exits_. DEVENISH, _standing above door, catches BELINDA'S eye and with an awkward laugh follows_ DELIA.) BELINDA. I suppose he means Delia--bless them! (_She kisses her hand towards the door_ R. _She then rises and crosses below the table_ C., _placing her basket on the_ L. _end of it, to the fireplace. She rings the bell. Then she moves up on the_ R. _side of the Chesterfield to the refectory table and takes off her hat. She takes up a mirror from the table and gives a few pats to her hair, and as she is doing so BETTY enters from door_ R. _and crosses the room towards_ C.) BELINDA (_pointing to basket on the_ C. _table_). Oh, Betty--