Belinda. Well, you see, if I had, he might have wanted to stay.
Delia. But—
Belinda (hurt). If he didn't want to stay for me, I didn't want him to stay for you. (Penitently.) Forgive me, darling, but I didn't know you very well then. We've been very happy together, haven't we?
Delia (going to the hammock, sitting in it and dangling her legs). I should think we have.
Belinda (leaning back in chair). I don't want to deny you anything, and, of course, if you'd like a stepfather (looking down modestly) or two—
Delia. Oh, you have been enjoying yourself.
Belinda. Only you see how awkward it would be if Jack turned up in the middle of the wedding, like–like Eugene Aram.
Delia. Enoch Arden, darling.
Belinda. It's very confusing their having the same initials. Perhaps I'd better call them both E. A. in future and then I shall be safe. Well, anyhow it would be awkward, darling, wouldn't it? Not that I should know him from Adam after all these years–except for a mole on his left arm.
Delia. Perhaps Adam had a mole.