Belinda (rather crossly, sitting up). I wish you wouldn't keep on saying he left me. I left him too.
Delia (running to and kneeling in front of Belinda and looking anxiously into her face). Why?
Belinda (smiling to herself). Well, you see, he was quite certain he knew how to manage women, and I was quite certain I knew how to manage men. (Thoughtfully.) If only one of us had been certain, it would have been all right.
Delia (seriously). What really happened, mummy? I'm grown up now, so I think you ought to tell me.
Belinda (thoughtfully). That was about all, you know ... except for his beard.
Delia. Had he a beard? (Laughing.) How funny!
Belinda (roaring with laughter, in which Delia joins). Yes, dear, it was; but he never would see it. He took it quite seriously.
Delia. And did you say dramatically, "If you really loved me, you'd take it off"?
Belinda (apologetically). I'm afraid I did, darling.
Delia. And what did he say?