)
--Oh, never mind about that. A daughter? Belinda, how could you let me
go and not tell me?
BELINDA. You forget how you'd slammed the door. It isn't the sort of
thing you shout through the window to a man on his way to America.
TREMAYNE (_taking her in his arms_). Oh, Belinda, don't let me ever
go away again.
(DEVENISH _and_ DELIA _enter from up_ L. _and pass the
windows on the way to the swing doors_.)
BELINDA. I'm not going to, Jack. I'm going to settle down into a staid
old married woman.
TREMAYNE. Oh no, you're not. You're going on just as you did before. And
I'm going to propose to you every April, and win you, over all the other
men in love with you.
BELINDA. You darling! (_They embrace_.)
(DELIA _and_ DEVENISH _come in from the garden_.)
TREMAYNE (_quietly to_ BELINDA). Our daughter.
DELIA (_going up to_ TREMAYNE). You're my father.
TREMAYNE. If you don't mind very much, Delia.
DELIA. You've been away a long time.
TREMAYNE. I'll do my best to make up for it.
BELINDA. Delia, darling, I think you might kiss your poor old father.
(_As the does to,_ DEVENISH _suddenly and hastily kisses_
BELINDA _on the cheek_.
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