Baxter (embarrassed at the thought that this sort of thing really only happens in a bedroom farce and moving towards her). I don't think I quite—
Belinda (reassuring him). It's perfectly respectable; it's where we keep the umbrellas. (She takes him by the hand.)
Baxter (resisting and looking nervously into the cupboard). I'm not at all sure that I—
Belinda (earnestly). Oh, but don't you see what trust I'm putting in you? (To herself.) Some people are so nervous about their umbrellas.
Baxter. Well, of course, if you–but I don't see why I shouldn't just slip out of the door before he comes.
Belinda (reproachfully). Of course, if you grudge me every little pleasure–(Crossing in front of Baxter towards swing doors and seeing Tremayne coming.) Quick! Here he is.
(She bundles him through the cupboard door and closes it and with a sign of happiness crosses down to C. table. She sees Baxter's bowler hat on the arm-chair below the fireplace. She fetches and carries it over to the cupboard door, knocks and hands it to him, saying, "Your hat!")
Baxter (expostulating and nearly knocking her over as he comes out). Well, really I—
Belinda (bundling him into the cupboard and closing the door). Hush!
(Belinda straightens her hair, takes up her book from L. of C. table and sits, stroking the head of the toy dog and pretending to read. Tremayne enters from garden up R. and through the swing doors up R.C.. Belinda gives an assumed cry of surprise.)