Belinda (admiringly). How splendid of you!
Baxter. Yes.
Belinda. Well, now, we know he's not. (She holds up one finger.)
Baxter. Yes. In the afternoon I located another Mr. Robinson following the profession of a carrier. My first inquiries led to a similar result, with the exception that in this case Mr. Robinson carried his threatening attitude so far as to take off his coat and roll up his sleeves. Perceiving at once that he was not the man, I withdrew.
Belinda. How brave you are!
Baxter. Yes.
Belinda. That makes two.
Baxter. Yea.
Belinda (holding up another finger). It still leaves a good many. (Pleadingly.) Just call me Belinda again.
Baxter (rising and backing to R. a little, nervously). You mustn't tempt me, Mrs. Tremayne.