Belinda (apologetically). Well, there she is.
Baxter. But–but she's grown up.
Belinda. Quite.
Baxter. Then in that case you must be–(He hesitates, evidently working it out.)
Belinda (hastily). I'm afraid so, Mr. Baxter.
Baxter. But this makes a great difference. I had no idea. Why, when I'm fifty you would be—
Belinda (sighing). Yes, I suppose I should.
Baxter. And when I'm sixty—
Belinda (pleadingly to Devenish). Can't you stop him?
Devenish (with a threatening gesture). Look here, Baxter, another word from you and you'll never get to sixty.