DEVENISH (protesting). My lady--

BELINDA. I don't mean what you mean, Mr. Devenish. You wait till
it's your turn. (To BAXTER.) Yes?

BAXTER. I ask you to marry me, Belinda.

BELINDA (settling herself happily and closing her eyes). O-oh! ...
Now it's _your_ turn, Mr. Devenish.

DEVENISH (excitedly). Money--thank Heaven, I have no money.
Reputation--thank Heaven, I have no reputation. What can I offer
you? Dreams--nothing but dreams. Come with me and I will show you
the world through my dreams. What can I give you? Youth, freedom,
beauty--

BAXTER. Debts.

BELINDA (still with her eyes shut). You mustn't interrupt, Mr.
Baxter.

DEVENISH. Belinda, marry me and I will open your eyes to the beauty
of the world. Come to me!

BELINDA (happily). O-oh! You've got such different ways of putting
things. How can I choose between you?

DEVENISH. Then you will marry one of us?

BELINDA. You know I really _oughtn't_ to.