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Milne, A. A. (Alan Alexander), 1882-1956

"First Plays"

BAXTER again. With a smile she goes to the door and
taps gently.)
BELINDA. Mr. Baxter, Mr. Baxter, you may come in now; he has
withdrawn. I have unhanded him. (She opens the door and finds the
room empty.) Oh!
[BAXTER comes in at the front door.]
BAXTER. Ah, there you are!
BELINDA (turning with a start). Oh, how you frightened me, Mr.
Baxter! I couldn't think what had happened to you. I thought
perhaps you'd been eaten up by one of the umbrellas.
BAXTER. Mrs. Tremayne, I have some wonderful news for you. I have
found Miss Robinson's father.
BELINDA (hardly understanding). Miss Robinson's father?
BAXTER. Yes. _Mr_. Robinson.
BELINDA. Oh, you mean--Oh yes, he told me his name was Robinson--
Oh, but he's no relation.
BAXTER. Wait! I saw his arm. By a subterfuge I managed to see his
arm.
BELINDA (her eyes opening more and more widely as she begins to
realize). You saw--
BAXTER. I saw the mole.
BELINDA (faintly as she holds out her own arm). Show me.
BAXTER (very decorously indicating). There!
(BELINDA holds the place with her other hand, and still looking
at MR. BAXTER, slowly begins to laugh--half-laughter, half-tears,
wonderingly, happily, contentedly.)
BELINDA. And I didn't know!
BAXTER. Mrs. Tremayne, I am delighted to have done this service for
your niece--
BELINDA (to herself).


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