BELINDA. I think I must see Mr. Baxter and get it over. Do you mind if I have Mr. Devenish too? I feel more at home with both of them. I'll give you him back. Oh dear, I feel so happy to-night! (She jumps up and goes over to DELIA.) And is my little girl going to be happy too? That's what mothers always say on the stage. I think it's so sweet. DELIA (smiling at her). Yes, I think so, mummy. Of course, I'm not romantic like you. I expect I'm more like father, really. BELINDA (dreamily). Jack can be romantic now. He was telling me this morning all about the people he has proposed to. I mean, I was telling _him_. Anyhow, he wasn't a bit like a father. Of course, he doesn't know he is a father yet. Darling, I think you might take him into the garden; only don't let him know who he is. You see, he ought to propose to me first, oughtn't he? (As the men come in, she gets up.) Here you all are! I do hope you haven't been throwing away your cigars, because smoking is allowed all over the house. TREMAYNE. Oh, we've finished, thank you. BELINDA. Isn't it a wonderful night?--and so warm for April. Delia, you must show Mr. Robinson the garden by moonlight--it's the only light he hasn't seen it by. DEVENISH (quickly). I don't think I've ever seen it by moonlight, Miss Delia. BELINDA. I thought poets were always seeing things by moonlight. BAXTER. I was hoping, Mrs. Tremayne, that--er--perhaps-- DELIA. Come along, Mr. Robinson. (TREMAYNE _looks at_ BELINDA, who gives him a nod.) TREMAYNE. It's very kind of you, Miss Robinson. I suppose there is no chance of a nightingale? BELINDA. There ought to be. I ordered one specially for Mr. Devenish. (DELIA and TREMAYNE go out together. BELINDA settles herself comfortably on the sofa.) Now we're together again. Well, Mr. Devenish? DEVENISH. Er--I-- BELINDA. No; I think I'll let Mr. Baxter speak first. I know he's longing to. BAXTER. Yes. H'r'm! Mrs. Tremayne, I beg formally to claim your hand. BELINDA (sweetly). On what grounds, Mr. Baxter? DEVENISH (spiritedly). Yes, sir, on what grounds? BAXTER. On the grounds that, as I told you this morning, I had succeeded in the quest. DEVENISH (appearing to be greatly surprised). Succeeded? BAXTER. Yes, Mr. Devenish, young fellow, you have lost. I have discovered the missing Mr. Robinson. DEVENISH. Who--where-- BAXTER (dramatically). Miss Robinson has at this moment gone out with her father. DEVENISH. Good heavens! It was he! BELINDA (sympathetically). Poor Mr. Devenish! DEVENISH (pointing tragically to the table). And to think that I actually sat on that table--no, that seat--no, not that one, it was the sofa--that I sat on the sofa with him this morning, and never guessed! Why, ten minutes ago I was asking him for the nuts! BAXTER. Aha, Devenish, you're not so clever as you thought you were.