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. Don't you love me enough to risk it, Belinda?
Belinda. I haven't really said I love you at all yet.
Tremayne. Well, say it now.
(Belinda looks at him, and then down again.)
You do! Well, I'm going to have a kiss, anyway, (He kisses her quickly–moves to L. of Chesterfield.) There!
Belinda (rising). O-oh I The late Mr. Tremayne never did that. (She powders her nose.)
Tremayne. I have already told you that he was a silly ass. (He makes a move as if to kiss her again.)