Belinda (dismissing Devenish). All right, I'll catch you up. (Devenish goes after the other two.)
(Left alone, Belinda laughs happily to herself, and then begins to look rather aimlessly about her. She picks up her sunshade and opens it. She comes to the hammock, picks out her handkerchief, says, "Ah, there you are!" and puts it away. She goes slowly towards the house. Tremayne enters from L. and with his back to the audience tries latch of imaginary gate below scenic painted gateway L. Belinda turns her head, hearing imaginary click of the garden gate L. She comes slowly back R.C.)
Belinda (seeing Tremayne). Have you lost yourself, or something? No; the latch is this side. ... Yes, that's right.
(Tremayne comes in. He has been knocking about the world for eighteen years, and is very much a man, though he has kept his manners. His hair is greying a little at the sides, and he looks the forty-odd that he is. Without his moustache and beard he is very different from the boy Belinda married.)
Tremayne ( with his hat in his hand ). I'm afraid I'm trespassing.
Belinda (winningly, moving down R. a little ). But it's such a pretty garden (turns away, dosing her parasol), isn't it?
(Tremayne, half recognizing her, moves to back of hammock and leans across to obtain a better view of her.)
Tremayne (rather confused). I-I beg your pardon, I-er— (He is wondering if it can possibly be she. Belinda thinks his confusion is due to the fact that he is trespassing, and hastens to put him at his ease.)
Belinda. I should have done the same myself, you know.
Tremayne (pulling himself together). Oh, but you mustn't think I just came in because I liked the garden—