And so have I. I thought you loved me.
DEVENISH (_sympathetically_). Yes, yes.
BELINDA (_turning to him suddenly_). And Mr. Devenish too.
BAXTER (_moving to_ BELINDA). Er----
DEVENISH. Er----
(_They stand before her guiltily and have nothing to say_.)
BELINDA (_with a shrug_). Well, I shall have to marry somebody
else, that's all.
BAXTER (_moving to below table_). Who? Who?
BELINDA. I suppose Mr. Robinson. After all, if I am Delia's mother, and
Mr. Baxter says that Mr. Robinson's her father, it's about time we
_were_ married.
DEVENISH (_eagerly_). Mrs. Tremayne, what fools we are! He
_is_ your husband all the time!
BELINDA. Yes.
BAXTER (_moving up to the_ R. _of_ BELINDA). You've had a
husband all the time?
BELINDA (_apologetically_). I lost him; it wasn't my fault.
BAXTER. Really, this is very confusing. I don't know where I am. I
gather--I am to gather, it seems, that you are no longer eligible as a
possible wife?
BELINDA. I am afraid not, Mr. Baxter.
BAXTER. But this is very confusing--(_moving towards the swing
doors_)--this is very disturbing to a man of my age.
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