Stop!
BAXTER (_startled_). What?
BELINDA. I cannot let you come in like that.
BAXTER (_looking down at himself_). Like what?
BELINDA (_dropping her eyes_). You called me Belinda once.
BAXTER (_coming down to her_). May I explain my position, Mrs.
Tremayne?
BELINDA. Before you begin--have you been seeing my niece lately?
BAXTER (_surprised_). No.
BELINDA. Oh! (_Sweetly_.) Please go on.
BAXTER. Why, is _she_ lost too?
BELINDA. Oh no; I just---- Do sit down.
(BAXTER _moves to the chair_ L. _of_ C. _table and sits_.
BELINDA _rises when he has sat down_.)
Let me put your hat down somewhere for you.
BAXTER (_keeping it firmly in his hand_). It will be all right
here, thank you.
BELINDA (_returning to the Chesterfield and sitting_). I'm dying to
hear what you are going to say.
BAXTER. First as regards the use of your Christian name. I felt that, as
a man of honour, I could not permit myself to use it until I had
established my right over that of Mr. Devenish.
BELINDA. All my friends call me Belinda.
BAXTER. As between myself and Mr. Devenish the case is somewhat
different.
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