(He moves down R.)
I shan't count yours, because I haven't really had it yet.
(Betty enters down R. and stands behind settee.)
Six, seven–Yes, Betty, what is it?
Betty. If you please, ma'am, cook would like to speak to you for a minute.
(Tremayne goes up R.C.)
Belinda (getting up). Yes, I'll come.
(Betty goes out, leaving the door open. Belinda crosses Before the table.)
(To Tremayne.) You'll forgive me, won't you? You'll find some cigarettes there. (Points to table up R. Tremayne moves by the back of the settee and holds the door for Belinda. She turns to him in the doorway.) It's probably about the lamb cutlets; I expect your little one refuses to be cooked.
(She goes out after Betty.)