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BAXTER. I must see Mrs. Tremayne. Where's Mrs. Tremayne?
TREMAYNE. She went out just now. What's the matter?
BAXTER. Out! I must find her. This is a matter of life and death.
[He seizes his hat and hurries out by the front door.]
(TREMAYNE stares after him in amazement. Then he pulls up his
sleeve, looks at his scar again and shakes his head. While he is
still puzzling over it, BELINDA comes back.)
BELINDA. Such a to-do in the kitchen! The cook's given notice--at
least she will directly--and your lamb cutlet slipped back to the
shop when nobody was looking, and I've got to go into the village
again, and oh dear, oh dear, I have such a lot of things to do!
(Looking across at MR. BAXTER'S door.) Oh yes, that's another one.
Mr. Robinson, you will have to leave me. Farewell.
TREMAYNE. Belinda--
BELINDA. No, not even Belinda. Wait till this evening.
TREMAYNE. I have a thousand things to say to you; I shall say them
this evening.
BELINDA (giving him her hand). Begin about eight o'clock. Good-bye
till then.
[He takes her hand, looks at her for a moment, then suddenly bends
and kisses it, and out.]
(BELINDA stands looking from her hand to him, gives a little
wondering exclamation and then presses the back of her hand against
her cheek, and goes to the swing doors. She turns back, and
remembers MR.
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