be absolutely lyrical over Betty's sandwiches.

DEVENISH. You won't deny me that inspiration, I hope, Miss
Robinson.

BELINDA. Well, let's go and see what they're like. (DELIA and
DEVENISH begin to move towards the house.) Mr. Baxter, just a
moment.

BAXTER. Yes?

BELINDA (secretly). Not a word to her about Mr. Robinson. It must
be a surprise for her.

BAXTER. Quite so, I understand.

BELINDA. That's right. (Raising her voice.) Oh, Mr. Devenish.

DEVENISH. Yes, Mrs. Tremayne? (He comes back.)

BELINDA (secretly). Not a word to her about Mr. Robinson. It must
be a surprise for her.

DEVENISH. Of course! I shouldn't dream--(Indignantly.) Robinson!
_What_ an unsuitable name!

[BAXTER _and_ DELIA _are just going into the house.]

BELINDA (dismissing DEVENISH). All right, I'll catch you up.