Belinda (clapping her hands). No; but say you do like it, quick.
Tremayne. It's lovely and— (He hesitates.)
Belinda (hopefully). Yes?
Tremayne (with conviction). Yes, it's lovely. Belinda (with that happy sigh of hers). O-oh! ... Now tell me what really did happen?
Tremayne. I was on my way to Marytown—
Belinda. To where?
Tremayne. Marytown.
Belinda. Oh, you mean Mariton.
Tremayne. Do I?
Belinda. Yes; we always call it Mariton down here. (Earnestly.) You don't mind, do you?