Baxter. Good heavens! I've found it! (He runs over to the table and picks up his hat.)
Tremayne. Found what? (He pulls down his sleeve.)
Baxter (going up L.). I must see Mrs. Tremayne. Where's Mrs. Tremayne?
Tremayne. She went out just now. What's the matter?
Baxter. Out! I must find her. This is a matter of life and death. (He hurries through the swing doors.) Mrs. Tremayne! Mrs. Tremayne! (He exits R. through the garden.)
(Tremayne rises and moves to the swing doors, stares after him in amazement. Then he pulls up his sleeve, looks at his scar again and shakes his head. While he is still puzzling over it, Belinda comes back R.)
Belinda (crossing below settee). Such a to-do in the kitchen! The cook's given notice–at least she will directly–(up to Tremayne)–and your lamb cutlet slipped back to the shop when nobody was looking
(Tremayne looks off at swing doors)
and I've got to go into the village again, (going to the refectory table and getting her hat) and ok dear, oh dear, I have such a lot of things to do! (Looking across at Mr. Baxter's door.) Oh yes, that's another one. (Coming back to table C. and putting down her hat on R. side.)
Tremayne. Belinda— (Moving up to her.)