Baxter (suddenly crossing and seizing Devenish's arm and pulling him towards the siding doors up R. between the Chesterfield and the table). Come, we will seek Miss Delia together.
(Belinda seizes Devenish's hand as he is passing and he, clinging to it, nearly pulls her off the Chesterfield. She is very amused.)
It may be that she will send us upon another quest in which I shall again be victorious.
(Belinda releases her hand and slips down into the Chesterfield. Tempestuously.)
Come, I say—
(He marches the resisting Devenish to the swing doors.)
Let us put it to the touch, to win or lose it all.
Devenish (turning and appealing to Belinda). Please!
Belinda (gently). Mr. Baxter... Harold.
(Baxter stops and turns round.)