Part 15 (2/2)
Baxter! I couldn't think what had happened to you. (_She closes the door_.) 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 (_on his_ L., _hardly understanding_). Miss Robinson's father?
BAXTER. Yes. _Mr_. Robinson.
BELINDA. Oh, you mean--(_Points to direction when TREMAYNE has gone_.) 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 (_coming down to him 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 (_moving to_ R. _of table and sitting_). And I didn't know!
BAXTER (_moving to back of table_). Mrs. Tremayne, I am delighted to have done this service for your niece----
BELINDA (_to herself_). Of course, _he_ knew all the time.
BAXTER (_to the world_). Still more am I delighted to have gained the victory over Mr. Devenish in this enterprise.
BELINDA. Eighteen years--but I _ought_ to have known.
BAXTER (_at large_). I shall not be accused of exaggerating when I say that the odds against such an enterprise were enormous.
BELINDA. Eighteen years---- And now I've eight whole _hours_ to wait!
BAXTER (_triumphantly_). It will be announced to-night. ”Mr.
Devenish,” I shall say, ”young fellow----” (_He arranges his speech in his mind_.)
BELINDA (_nodding to herself mischievously_). So I was right, after all! (_Slowly and triumphantly_.) He _does_ look better without a beard!
BAXTER (_with his hand on the back of the chair on the_ L. _side of the table_). ”Mr. Devenish, young fellow, when you matched yourself against a man of my repute, when you matched yourself against a man-- matched yourself against a man of my repute (_crossing towards fireplace_)
(BELINDA _rises stealthily, takes up her hat and exits through the swing doors and through the garden up_ R.)
when you matched yourself against a man who has read papers (_moving towards centre table_) at Soirees of the Royal Statistical Society----”
(_Looking round the room, he discovers that he is alone. He picks up his hat from the table and jams it down on his head_.) Unusual!
(_He moves up towards the swing doors_.)
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