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?