Tremayne. I should never have found you if I hadn't.
Belinda (squeezing his arm). No, Jack, you wouldn't. (After a pause.) I–I've got another little surprise for you if–if you're ready for it. (Standing up and moving to the chair L. of the table.) Properly speaking, I ought to be wearing white. I shall certainly stand up while I'm telling you. (Modestly.) Darling, we have a daughter–our little Delia. (He is standing in front of the fireplace.)
Tremayne. Delia? You said her name was Robinson.
Belinda. Yes, darling, but you said yours was. One always takes one's father's name. Unless, of course, you were Lord Robinson.
Tremayne. But you said her name was Robinson before you—
(She makes a playful move.)
–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.)