(Looking down
modestly.) Of course, I was quite a girl then. The only thing I
know for certain is that he has a mole on his left arm about here.
(She indicates a spot just below the elbow.)
DEVENISH (folding his arms and looking nobly upwards). I will find
him.
BAXTER. I am bound to inform you, Mrs. Tremayne, that even a
trained detective could not give you very much hope in such a case.
However, I will keep a look-out for him, and, of course, if--
DEVENISH. Fear not, lady, I will find him.
BAXTER (annoyed). Yes, you keep on saying that, but what have you
got to go on?
DEVENISH (grandly). Faith! The faith which moves mountains.
BELINDA. Yes, and this is only just one small mole-hill, Mr.
Baxter.
BAXTER. Yes, but still--
BELINDA. S'sh! here is Miss Robinson. If Mr. Devenish will hold the
hammock while I alight--we don't want an accident--I can introduce
you. (He helps her to get out.) Thank you. Delia darling, this
is Mr. Baxter,--and Mr. Devenish. My niece, Miss Robinson--
DELIA. How do you do?
BELINDA. Miss Robinson has just come over from France. _Mon Dieu,
quel pays!_
BAXTER. I hope you had a good crossing, Miss Robinson.
DELIA. Oh, I never mind about the crossing. Aunt Belinda--(She
stops and smiles.)
BELINDA. Yes, dear?
DELIA. I believe tea is almost ready.
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