DEVENISH (_dubiously_). Well, no, I suppose not. When I was very much younger I began a collection of Robinsons. Actually it was only three days ago, but it seems much longer. (_Thinking of_ DELIA.) Many things have happened since then. TREMAYNE (_uninterested, moving_ L.) Really! DEVENISH. There is a man called Baxter--(TREMAYNE _displays his jealousy of_ BAXTER.) who is still collecting, I believe. For myself, I am only interested in one of the great family--Delia. TREMAYNE (_eagerly, and going quickly to him and placing his hand on DEVENISH'S left shoulder_). You are interested in _her_? DEVENISH. Devotedly. In fact, I am at this moment waiting for her to put on her hat. TREMAYNE (_warmly, banging him on the shoulder with both hands_). My dear Devenish, I am delighted to make your acquaintance. (_He seizes his hand and grips it heartily_.) How are you? (DEVENISH _backs to the settee in pain_.) DEVENISH (_sitting on settee, feeling his fingers_). Fairly well, thanks. TREMAYNE (_sitting above him and banging him on the back_). That's right. DEVENISH (_still nursing his hand_). You are a very lucky fellow, Robinson. TREMAYNE. In what way? DEVENISH. People you meet must be so very reluctant to say good-bye to you. Have you ever tried strangling lions or anything like that? TREMAYNE (_with a laugh_). Well, as a matter of fact, I have. DEVENISH. I suppose you won all right? TREMAYNE. In the end, with the help of my beater. DEVENISH. Personally I should have backed you alone against any two ordinary lions. TREMAYNE. One was quite enough. As it was, he gave me something to remember him by. (_Putting up his left sleeve, he displays a deep scar_.) DEVENISH (_looking at it casually_). By Jove, that's a nasty one! (_He suddenly catches sight of the mole and stares at it fascinated, then stares up at_ TREMAYNE.) Good heavens! TREMAYNE. What's the matter? DEVENISH (_clasping his head_). Wait. (_Rising and moving up to L. of_ TREMAYNE.) Let me think. (_After a pause_.) Have you ever met a man called Baxter? TREMAYNE. No. DEVENISH. Would you like to? TREMAYNE (_grimly_). Very much indeed. DEVENISH. He's the man I told you about who's interested in Robinsons. He'll be delighted to meet you. (_With a nervous laugh_.) Funny thing, he's rather an authority on lions. You must show him that scar of yours; it will intrigue him immensely. (_Earnestly_.) _Don't_ shake hands with him too heartily just at first; it might put him off the whole thing. TREMAYNE. This Mr. Baxter seems to be a curious man. DEVENISH (_absently_). Yes, he is rather odd. (_Looking at his watch_.) I wonder if I----(_To_ TREMAYNE.) I suppose you won't be-- (_He stops suddenly. A slight tapping noise comes from the room where they keep umbrellas_.) TREMAYNE. What's that! (_The tapping noise is repeated, a little more loudly this time. DEVENISH moves to end of table_.) DEVENISH. Come in.