Belinda (on his L., hardly understanding). Miss Robinson's father?
Baxter. Yes. Mr. Robinson.
Belinda. Oh, you mean–(Points to direction when Tremayne has gone.) Oh yes, he told me his name was Robinson–Oh, but he's no relation.
Baxter. Wait! I saw his arm. By a subterfuge I managed to see his arm.
Belinda (her eyes opening more and more widely as she begins to realize). You saw—
Baxter. I saw the mole.
Belinda (coming down to him faintly as she holds out her own arm). Show me.
Baxter (very decorously indicating). There!
(Belinda holds the place with her other hand, and still looking at Mr. Baxter, slowly begins to laugh–half-laughter, half-tears, wonderingly, happily, contentedly.)
Belinda (moving to R. of table and sitting). And I didn't know!