Belinda. No, not even Belinda. Wait till this evening.
Tremayne. I have a thousand things to say to you; I shall say them this evening.
Belinda (giving him her hand). Begin about eight o'clock. Good-bye till then.
(He takes her hand, looks at her for a moment, then suddenly bends and kisses it, takes up his hat and hurries through the swing doors and off through the garden to L.)
(Belinda stands looking from her hand to him, gives a little wondering exclamation and then presses the back of her hand against her cheek, and goes to the swing doors. She turns back, and remembers Mr. Baxter again. With a smile she goes to the door and taps gently.)
Belinda. Mr. Baxter, Mr. Baxter, you may come in now; he has withdrawn. (Moves down a little and then back to L. of the door again.) Mr. Baxter, I have unhanded him. (She opens the door and going in, finds the room empty.) Oh!
(Baxter comes quickly through the swing doors.)
Baxter (meeting Belinda coming out of the cupboard). Ah, (they both start) there you are! (Crossing down to R. end of C. table, he puts down his hat.)
Belinda (turning with a start). Oh, how you frightened me, Mr. Baxter! I couldn't think what had happened to you. (She closes the door.) I thought perhaps you'd been eaten up by one of the umbrellas.
Baxter. Mrs. Tremayne, I have some wonderful news for you. I have found Miss Robinson's father.