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.