You were saying, John?
TREMAYNE. My friends call me Jack.
BELINDA. Jack Robinson. That's the man who always goes away so quickly.
I hope you're making more of a stay?
TREMAYNE (_seizing her by both arms_). Oh, you maddening, maddening
woman!
BELINDA. Well, I have to keep the conversation going. You do nothing but
say "Belinda."
TREMAYNE (_taking her hand_). Have you ever loved anybody
seriously, Belinda?
BELINDA. I don't ever do anything very seriously. The late Mr. Tremayne,
my first husband--Jack---- Isn't it funny, _his_ name was Jack--he
used to complain about it too sometimes.
TREMAYNE (_with conviction_). Silly ass!
BELINDA. Ah, I think you are a little hard on the late Mr. Tremayne.
TREMAYNE. Belinda, I want you to marry me and forget about him.
BELINDA (_happily to herself and lying back_). This is the proposal
that those lamb cutlets interrupted this morning.
TREMAYNE. Belinda, I love you--do you understand?
BELINDA. Suppose my first husband turns up suddenly like--like E. A.?
TREMAYNE. Like who?
BELINDA. Well, like anybody.
TREMAYNE. He won't--I know he won't.
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