Baxter. Yes, yes, to see you, certainly. But if I had known you had a library ....
Belinda. Oh, I am so glad I mentioned it. Wasn't it lucky, Mr. Devenish?
Baxter. My work has been greatly handicapped of late.
(Delia and Tremayne enter the garden from up L. and pass the window at the back.)
Belinda (sweetly). By me?
Baxter. I was about to say by lack of certain books to which I wanted to refer. It would be a great help. (He moves up R, reflectively muttering "Library.")
Belinda (moving below and to R. of C. table). My dear Mr. Baxter, my whole library is at your disposal. (She turns to Devenish, who is on her L., and at the back of the table. She speaks in a confidential whisper.) I'm just going to show him the Encyclopedia Britannica. (She moves below the settee to the door R.) You won't mind waiting–Delia will be in directly.
(Baxter, still muttering "Library," crosses to the door and opens it for her. She goes out and he follows her. Devenish moves to the R. of the swing doors and welcomes Delia and Tremayne. Tremayne enters from the portico and holds open the swing doors for Delia.)
Delia (speaking from the portico). Hullo, we're just coming in.
(They enter and Delia moves down R. of the table.)