You must tell me all about your
relations when you come and call, Mr. Robinson.
TREMAYNE. I think we can find something better worth talking about
than that.
BELINDA. Do you think so? (He says "Yes" with his eyes, bows, and
goes off down the garden. BELINDA stays looking after him, then
gives that happy sigh of hers, only even more so) O-oh!
[Enter BETTY.]
BETTY. If you please, ma'am, Miss Delia says, are you coming in to
tea?
BELINDA (looking straight in front of her, and taking no notice
of BETTY, in a happy, dreamy voice). Betty, ... about callers. ...
If Mr. Robinson calls--he's the handsome gentleman who hasn't been
here before--you will say, "Not at home." And he will say, "Oh!"
And you will say, "I beg your pardon, sir, was it Mr. _Robinson_?"
And he will say, "Yes!" And you will say, "Oh, I beg your pardon,
sir--" (Almost as if she were BETTY, she begins to move towards the
house.) "This way--" (she would be smiling an invitation over her
shoulder to MR. ROBINSON, if he were there, and she were BETTY)--
"please!" (And the abandoned woman goes in to tea.)
ACT II
[It is morning in BELINDA'S hall, a low-roofed, oak-beamed place,
comfortably furnished as a sitting-room. There is an inner and an
outer front-door, both of which are open.]
[DEVENISH, who has just rung the bell, is waiting with a bouquet
of violets between the two.
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