Belinda (returning to the Chesterfield and sitting). I'm dying to hear what you are going to say.
Baxter. First as regards the use of your Christian name. I felt that, as a man of honour, I could not permit myself to use it until I had established my right over that of Mr. Devenish.
Belinda. All my friends call me Belinda.
Baxter. As between myself and Mr. Devenish the case is somewhat different. Until one of us is successful over the other in the quest upon which you have sent us, I feel that as far as possible we should hold aloof from you.
Belinda (pleadingly). Just say "Belinda" once more, in case you're a long time.
Baxter (very formally). Belinda.
Belinda. How nicely you say it–Harold.
Baxter (getting out of his seat). Mrs. Tremayne, I must not listen to this.
Belinda (meekly). I won't offend again, Mr. Baxter. Please go on. (She motions him to sit–he does so.) Tell me about the quest; are you winning?
Baxter. I am progressing, Mrs. Tremayne. Indeed, I came here this morning to acquaint you with the results of my investigations. (Clears his throat.) Yesterday I located a man called Robinson working upon a farm close by. I ventured to ask him if he had any marks upon him by which he could be recognized. He adopted a threatening attitude, and replied that if I wanted any he could give me some. With the aid of half-a-crown I managed to placate him. Putting my inquiry in another form, I asked if he had any moles. A regrettable misunderstanding, which led to a fruitless journey to another part of the village, was eventually cleared up, and on my return I satisfied myself that this man was in no way related to your niece.