Mr. Baxter, I'm
going to throw myself on your mercy.
BAXTER. My dear Mrs. Tremayne--
BELINDA (_looking at her watch again, rising and moving up_ L.C.,
_looking at door_). A strange man will be here directly. He must not
find you with me.
BAXTER (_rising, jealously_). A man?
BELINDA (_excitedly_). Yes, yes, a man! He is pursuing me with his
attentions. If he found you here, there would be a terrible scene.
BAXTER. I will defend you from him.
BELINDA (_crossing down to_ R. _of Chesterfield_). No, no. He
is a big man. He will--he will overpower you. (_Moving_ L. _a
little and looking out of windows_.)
BAXTER. But you----!
BELINDA. I can defend myself. I will send him away. But he must not find
you here. You must hide before he overpowers you.
BAXTER (_with dignity, crossing below table to_ R.). I will
withdraw if you wish it. BELINDA (_following to_ R. _at back of
table_ C.). No, not withdraw, hide. He might see you withdrawing.
(_Leading the way to the cupboard door_.) Quick, in here.
BAXTER (_embarrassed at the thought that this sort of thing really
only happens in a bedroom farce and moving towards her_).
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