Belinda (sweetly). On what grounds, Mr. Baxter?
Devenish (spiritedly). Yes, sir, on what grounds?
Baxter (coming to R. of Chesterfield, close to Belinda). On the grounds that, as I told you this morning, I had succeeded in the quest.
Devenish (appearing to be greatly surprised). Succeeded?
Baxter. Yes, Mr. Devenish, young fellow, you have lost. (He moves a few paces R. to below the chair L. of the table.) I have discovered the missing Mr. Robinson.
Devenish (wiping hit brow and coming to Baxter). Who–where—
Baxter (dramatically). Miss Robinson has at this moment gone out with her father.
Devenish (placing his hands heavily on Baxter's shoulders, who staggers). Good heavens! It was he!
(Baxter pats Devenish sympathetically and moves to the back of the Chesterfield and is about to speak to Belinda. She, however, silences him and he drops down to the front of the fireplace.)
Belinda (sympathetically). Poor Mr. Devenish!