And so the third Mr. Robinson--?
BAXTER. Something for which I cannot altogether account inspires me
with hope. He is, I have discovered, staying at Mariton. This
afternoon I go to look for him.
BELINDA (to herself). Mariton! How funny! I wonder if it's the
same one.
BAXTER. What one?
BELINDA. Oh, just one of the ones. (Gratefully.) Mr. Baxter, you
are doing all this for _me_.
BAXTER. Pray do not mention it. I don't know if it's Devonshire, or
the time of the year, or the sort of atmosphere you create, Mrs.
Tremayne, but I feel an entirely different man. There is something
in the air which--yes, I shall certainly go over to Mariton this
afternoon.
BELINDA (gravely). I have had the same feeling sometimes, Mr.
Baxter. I am not always the staid respectable matron which I appear
to you to be. Sometimes I--(She looks absently at the watch on her
wrist.) Good gracious!
BAXTER (alarmed). What is it!
BELINDA (looking anxiously from the door to him). Mr. Baxter, I'm
going to throw myself on your mercy.
BAXTER. My dear Mrs. Tremayne--
BELINDA (looking at her watch again). 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.
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