Belinda (looking anxiously from the door to him). Mr. Baxter, I'm going to throw myself on your mercy.
Baxter. My dear Mrs. Tremayne—
Belinda (looking at her watch again, rising and moving up L.C., looking at door). A strange man will be here directly. He must not find you with me.
Baxter (rising, jealously). A man?
Belinda (excitedly). Yes, yes, a man! He is pursuing me with his attentions. If he found you here, there would be a terrible scene.
Baxter. I will defend you from him.
Belinda (crossing down to R. of Chesterfield). No, no. He is a big man. He will–he will overpower you. (Moving L. a little and looking out of windows.)
Baxter. But you–!
Belinda. I can defend myself. I will send him away. But he must not find you here. You must hide before he overpowers you.
Baxter (with dignity, crossing below table to R.). I will withdraw if you wish it. Belinda (following to R. at back of table C.). No, not withdraw, hide. He might see you withdrawing. (Leading the way to the cupboard door.) Quick, in here.