A very nice age to be.
BELINDA. It's a pity he's thrown me over for Delia; I shall miss that
sort of thing rather. You don't say those sort of things about your
aunt-in-law----not so often.
TREMAYNE (_eagerly_). He really is in love with Miss Robinson!
BELINDA. Oh yes. I expect he is out in the moonlight with her now,
comparing her to Diana.
TREMAYNE. Well, that accounts for _him. _Now what about Baxter?
BELINDA. I thought I told you. Deeply disappointed to find that I was
four years older than he expected, Mr. Baxter hurried from the drawing-
room and buried himself in a column of the _Encyclopedia Britannica_.
TREMAYNE. Well, that settles Baxter. Are there any more men in the
neighbourhood?
BELINDA (_shaking her head_). Isn't it awful? I've only had those
two for the last three weeks.
(TREMAYNE _sits on the back of the Chesterfield and looks down at
her_.)
TREMAYNE. Belinda.
BELINDA. Yes, Henry!
TREMAYNE. My name is John.
BELINDA. Well, you never told me. I had to guess. Everybody thinks they
can call me Belinda without giving me the least idea what their own
names are.
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