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—
(Betty moves to back of C. table and takes up the basket. Crosses above settee and exits through door R. Belinda is moving towards the swing doors when she catches sight of Baxter entering from the garden up R. She moves quickly to the L. of C. table, takes up a book and going to Chesterfield L., lies down with her head to R. Baxter looks in through the window up R., then crosses round and enters through the portico and the swing doors. Belinda pretends to be very busy reading.)
Baxter (rather nervously, in front of wring doors). Er–may I come in, Mrs. Tremayne?
Belinda (dropping her book and turning round with a violent start). Oh, Mr. Baxter, how you surprised me! (She puts her hand to her heart and sits up and faces him.)
Baxter. I must apologize for intruding upon you at this hour, Mrs. Tremayne.
Belinda (holding up her hand). Stop!
Baxter (startled). What?
Belinda. I cannot let you come in like that.
Baxter (looking down at himself). Like what?