Belinda (dropping her eyes). You called me Belinda once.
Baxter (coming down to her). May I explain my position, Mrs. Tremayne?
Belinda. Before you begin–have you been seeing my niece lately?
Baxter (surprised). No.
Belinda. Oh! (Sweetly.) Please go on.
Baxter. Why, is she lost too?
Belinda. Oh no; I just— Do sit down.
(Baxter moves to the chair L. of C. table and sits. Belinda rises when he has sat down.)
Let me put your hat down somewhere for you.
Baxter (keeping it firmly in his hand). It will be all right here, thank you.